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keanureevesisbae · 4 years ago

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Mister Cavill, your dog is kinda fat - Chapter 4

Summary: Veterinarian Olivia Tran has zero time for bullshit. After becoming a mom at age twenty three, the one thing she wants is a good life for her daughter Vanessa. Her ex didn’t want anything to do with her nor the baby and she decided that man are officially banned out of her life. But then she meets Henry Cavill at her clinic and her ban slowly starts to crumble apart. Henry on the other hand is looking for one thing: a family. And when he meets Olivia Tran, he finds just that.

Henry Cavill x Olivia Tran (ofc)

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 3.3k

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Three weeks pass by. Three whole weeks of Henry hoping he bumps into his favorite pair again, but no luck. After that time he saw Olivia and Vanessa on the curb and the four of them went to the park, was also the last time he saw them.

He seriously regrets not asking Olivia for her number, so he could arrange more of those kinds of “dates”. He already has an excuse: “Kal needs to be around kids more and since Vanessa doesn’t have a dog, it’s a win-win situation, honestly”.

After Vanessa fell face first into the mud, the two of them left, because she was in need of a bath and Kal was too, because he thought it would be funny to roll into the dirt as well.

These weeks passed agonizingly slowly. The fact that he wasn’t working, isn’t helping at all.

It did gave him the time to realize one thing though: he is falling for someone he barely knows. Google searches for Olivia Tran didn’t bring him a lot, except one of the things he already knew: she’s a veterinarian at Animal Clinic Westside. No social media whatsoever, something that he finds pretty rare and unique.

But finally the day he has been looking forward to has arrived. He is sitting in the waiting room of his favorite animal clinic. He hasn’t seen her yet and he sure hopes that she’s even working today and if so, that she is going to help him out. If she isn’t helping him and Kal, then it’s the universe telling him she is not the one for him.

If she does help them, he needs to ask her out, because he doesn’t know if he can’t endure time apart from her again.

While he is waiting with Kal, Henry looks around at the other animals, even the creepy bird who hasn’t stopped staring at him. For a second Henry is afraid that the bird will recognize him, but he shakes off that thought before he can think about it even more.

A door opens and he hears: ‘Kal?’

He noticed how in this clinic (and maybe elsewhere too, he doesn’t know), they call in the patients by the names of the animals, instead of the owners. He is eternally grateful, not wanting to draw attention that he is in fact Henry Cavill.

He looks up and sees his favorite vet standing in a doorway. He can’t help but smile. He notices a bright grin on her face and from that alone, this day can’t be ruined if it’s up to him.

Besides, he needs to ask her out now.

Henry stands up, tugs Kal’s leash and walks over to the doctor. Olivia steps to the side, letting him and Kal go into the room first. he smells great, he thinks to himself. Like lavender, he didn’t notice that before.

‘We should weigh him first,’ she says, placing her clipboard to the side. ‘He does look slimmer already.’

‘I’ve been restraining myself,’ he laughs. ‘It’s just really hard to say no to this face.’

‘Weak,’ she comments, chuckling in the process. Henry knew he missed her, but after that comment left her lips, he didn’t realized how much he missed her. ‘Come on, Kal, get your fat ass on the scale.’

Henry places his hand over his mouth, but a loud laugh leaves his lips anyways, especially when Olivia looks at him with a playful look on her face. She checks the screen and claps her hands when she hears a soft beep, indicating the scale is done measuring Kal’s weight. ‘Good boy, Kal, you lost three whole kilos already.’ She presses a kiss on top of his head and looks up at Henry. ‘You’re not as weak as I expected you to be, mister Cavill.’

Henry smiles, as he’s taking in her appearance. Those two times he saw her, she was already breathtaking, but there is something different about her today. Is she wearing lipstick? He notices her hair isn’t in the usual bun. Her wavy locks frame her face and when she runs her fingers through it, he has to look the other way, because damn, she is beautiful and this isn’t the time to faint.

‘Anyways,’ she says, a blush appearing on her cheeks, probably because Henry kept gawking at her, ‘this big boy needs to get his shots today.’

‘I do have to tell you, he isn’t the greatest with needles,’ Henry warns her.

She nods. ‘Aren’t you projecting your own fears on your dog?’ she jokingly asks him.

He wonders if she’s like this with other clients or if she strictly reserves this for him. He sure hopes it’s the latter, though he feels a bit attacked, because it may be true, that thing she said about projecting his own fears on his dog. ‘No, he really doesn’t like them,’ he says nonetheless.

Olivia prepares two shots for the big canine, who keeps staring at her, but letting out a small whimper. ‘I know, baby,’ she says to Kal in a higher voice, ‘it may be scary, but it’s over before you know it.’

She sits next to him, pats his head, while Henry crouches down near the dog as well. He can’t help but stare at her. She is so pretty and the way she is comforting the dog, he falls even more in love with her.

When she grabs the syringe, Henry swallows hard, while Kal’s entire body shakes with excitement.

Olivia glances at him, before she sticks the needle into Kal’s thigh. He doesn’t even whine, but Henry rubs his own face. ‘Are you okay, Henry?’ she asks, but he doesn’t hear what she says anymore, because he passes out.

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Henry wakes up in the corner of a room, his back pressed against the wall and his legs sprawled out in front of him. Kal is no where near him, while Henry swore they were together before he fell asleep.

He had a nice dream, of the beautiful doctor at the animal clinic. He dreamed that they were sitting in the park, her head against his shoulder, as they watched Vanessa and Kal play. It was nice to dream about her like that, just like he did that in those three weeks he didn’t see her.

He tries to remember where he is and when he looks around, he sees he is at the animal clinic. The examination table, his own dog sitting next to doctor Olivia Tran, who walks up to him and crouches down in front of him. ‘You’re up,’ she says with a chuckle. ‘For such a big guy, I never assumed you’d pass out like that, simply because I was giving your dog a shot.’

‘Oh fuck,’ he mumbles, rubbing his face, a sad attempt to cover his flushed cheeks. ‘I’m so sorry.’

‘No need to, it was kind of funny, especially when I had to drag you around this examination room and had to explain to the assistant that the loud thud she heard, was the owner that collapsed and not the overweight dog,’ she laughs, handing him a paper cup filled with some water. ‘Here, drink this.’

He takes a tiny sip, still embarrassed of what happened to him. God, did he really just pass out in the examination room because his dog was getting a shot? ‘This is really painful,’ he chuckles, hoping it helps him not to feel the shame he is feeling right now, but it’s not working at all.

She places a slender hand on his calve, causing him to hold his breath because of the sudden touch. Him passing out like that, does have his perks come to think of it. ‘Listen, it happens to the best of us. The first time I had to help deliver a lamb, I threw up and passed out in my own vomit, in front of the entire class, so honestly: it’s okay.’

Olivia stands up again and holds out a hand. He carefully places his in hers and she pulls him up, though he mostly pushes himself up, because he is afraid he’ll drag her down. Not that he would compla—

No, he can’t think like that, not when his jeans is already this tight. Later tonight he can think about the possibilities that came with her pulling him up.

‘Thanks, Olivia,’ he says.

‘Are you feeling okay? You want something sweet to eat, before you hit the road again?’

That is so thoughtful of her. ‘Maybe some sugar would be of help,’ he says.

‘Perks of having a six year old,’ Olivia says, rummaging through her purse, ‘I’m always prepared for emergencies.’ She hands him over two candy bars. ‘You can have those, Vanessa doesn’t like them anyways.’

‘How is Vanessa doing, by the way?’

Henry might not know Olivia very well, but what he does know, is that something happened.

‘Is everything okay?’ he asks.

‘Yeah, it’s just that her teacher continues to pester me about how Vanessa should change her work ethic, which I think is too much to ask of a six year old and… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t bother you with this. You probably don’t even care.’

‘No, I do care,’ he quickly says. Way too quickly.

Olivia sighs deeply. ‘I’m just worried about my girl sometimes. Comes with becoming a parent I guess.’

He wishes he could agree. ‘Listen, it might be extremely inappropriate, but I have to ask.’ He can hear the wise words his common sense is screaming. Abort mission. Don’t do it, Cavill. For the love of God, don’t ask the gorgeous doctor out on a date. ‘Would you like to go out with me? Like… Tonight? For dinner?’

Olivia crosses her arms in front of her chest. Why isn’t she saying anything? ‘As in a date or as a thank you for saving your dog?’

She is not making it easy for him and he has to give her props for that. That’ll teach him from asking cute women out, who just smiled at him and were nice to his dog. ‘A date,’ he says, all of the sudden not too sure about this action anymore. ‘I know it might be weird, because of what you do for a living and how we met, but I… I’m really interested in you.’

‘In me as a person or what’s in my pants?’

Well both, but he can’t say that, without looking like an absolute creep. ‘In you as a person, what kind of man do you think I am?’

She chuckles. ‘A man who is afraid of needles and can’t say no to his dog,’ she tells him. ‘I’ll go out with you tonight. Can you remember my number or do you want to put it in your phone?’

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It took Henry about three hours to go through his entire closet, just to find the perfect outfit for tonight. He didn’t want to look like such a try hard, but he also didn’t want to look like a slob. He eventually opts for a simple black sweater with some fitted jeans and his Chelsea boots. It’s casual, yet it has a fancy streak to it. He grabs the grey blazer from the hanger and while he checks the pockets, he hears Kal whimper, who lays flat on his bed. ‘We’re going out tonight, bud,’ he tells the large canine. ‘You are going to keep Vanessa and her babysitter company, while I’m going out on a date with Olivia.’

He still can’t believe this is happening. He asked the doctor out on a date and the most bizarre thing of it all, was that she said yes.

Olivia Tran said yes to him.

He would lie if he said that he wasn’t nervous. In all honesty, he is about to die from his nerves.

He checks the clock and realizes he should leave his place now. He clicks his tongue, causing Kal to follow Henry downstairs. He puts on Kal’s leash and when he closed off his place, the two of them get in the car. He hums along with the song on the radio, as he drives to her house.

In the past he went on tons of dates. He likes dates, getting to know someone and finding out whether or not they are compatible. But there is something different about this date. He wants to get to know more about Olivia, but he is afraid that once she gets to know him, she’s not interested in him anymore.

He parks his car in front of her house and he takes a deep breath, trying to procrastinate the moment that he has to walk up to the door. Kal whines, as if he knows where they are and he sees that as a moment to get out of the car. The two of them walk up to the door and he rings the doorbell.

‘Mommy,’ Vanessa says from the other side of the door, ‘Henry is here.’

‘Do not open the door!’

‘But mom…’

‘Sweetheart, what if it’s not Henry, but a pervert?’ Olivia asks.

‘Oh my God, Olivia, the person on the other side of the door can hear you!’ he hears a different female voice scream and he can’t help but chuckle. He wondered what kind of household Olivia would have and somehow this situation seems fitting.

‘Mom, what’s a pervert?’ Vanessa asks.

‘A disgusting human being,’ Olivia explains.

‘Is Henry a pervert? I thought he was Superman?’

‘Olivia, I mean it,’ the other woman says, ‘people on the other side of the door can hear you two.’

The door finally opens and he sees both Vanessa and Olivia standing in the doorway. ‘Hi Henry,’ his already favorite duo say in unison.

‘Hi there,’ he says with a smile. It’s six in the evening and Vanessa is already in her pajama. From the looks of it, it’s light pink with bears on it.

Kal pushes past him, to give the little girl a lick on her cheek, causing her to giggle.

As endearing as that sight may be, he can’t help but look at Olivia, who wears a grey plaid pants paired with a black shirt that hugs her upper body. The outfit shows off her godly proportions. He even sees a hint of tattoos on her arms, but she grabs a coat and it covers them up before he can see them properly.

But if he saw it correctly and she does have tattoos… That’s almost unfair. She is already beautiful, but add tattoos in the mix and that gives him enough to dream about tonight.

Another woman appears in the doorway and she hums in approval. ‘It’s such a shame that I wasn’t on call when your dog started to throw up,’ she says with a smile. She extends her hand and says: ‘Hi, I’m Belle.’

He saw her earlier today. She is another vet and when he was paying for the appointment, she bumped her hip against Olivia’s and they shared a look, one that best friends share. Guess Belle is the certified baby sitter. He quickly shakes her hand. ‘Nice to meet you, I’m Henry.’

‘God, you were right, Olivia,’ Belle says, ‘he is even more handsome in real life.’

Henry detects a fire red blush on Olivia’s cheeks, but she looks down and slips on a pair of boots that have a heel, something he hasn’t seen her wear before. He wants to take in her entire appearances, glancing her over more than once, but he restrains himself, since he doesn’t want to look overly eager.

‘That must be a sign that we need to go,’ Olivia says, before she pinches her friend in her side. She leans down, to give Vanessa a kiss. ‘Be nice to auntie Belle and Kal, okay?’

‘Okay, mommy,’ Vanessa says. ‘Can Kal sleep in my room tonight?’

‘He can,’ Olivia says.

The little girl smiles and looks up at Henry. ‘Is that okay with you too, mister Henry?’ she asks. ‘Kal is your dog.’

‘He can sleep in your room,’ Henry says, touched by the fact that she actually thought she should ask him about this. Olivia is raising such a lovely and polite girl. He truly admires her.

While Olivia rummages through her purse, Belle crouches down and whispers something in Vanessa’s ear.

‘Okay, I’m ready to go,’ Olivia says with a smile.

‘Enjoy your night,’ Vanessa says to the both of them, as Olivia steps out of the doorway. ‘And you two shouldn’t have too much fun.’

Henry nearly chokes on his own spit. ‘Belle, I swear to—’ Olivia wants to say something, but swallows the words before she can express her true feelings. ‘I love you, Vanessa,’ Olivia says to her daughter.

‘I love you too,’ she says to her mother. ‘Will you give me a kiss when you get back?’

‘Of course, angel.’

Vanessa smiles. ‘Bye, mister Henry,’ she says to him.

‘Bye sunshine,’ he says to the young girl, who starts to beam with happiness when she hears her new nickname. He doesn’t know where “sunshine” came from, it just slipped out.

Olivia and Henry walk to his car, but he can’t help but notice how she keeps looking up to him. He opens the door for her and he watches her get in. He waves to the two—three, if you include Kal—in the doorway, before he gets in himself.

‘I’m sorry,’ Olivia says, the second the door closes.

‘No need to,’ Henry laughs, starting his car. ‘It was funny.’

She snorts, while she waves to Belle, Kal and her daughter as he drives off. ‘Well, leave it to Belle to embarrass me.’

‘She a close friend?’

Olivia nods. ‘Very close friend. When I found out I was pregnant with Vanessa, she was there for me when no one else was. She forced me to live in her house for a while, even after Vanessa was born.’

Henry frowns. ‘I thought it was just your ex who wasn’t there for you.’

She sighs. ‘Well, my parents and two brothers weren’t too keen on me having a kid out of wedlock. My mom kicked me out seven years ago and since that moment, no one has tried to contact me. I haven’t seen them ever since.’

This is un-fucking-believable. He knows for sure that, had this happened within his family, his brothers would be over the moon to be an uncle of yet another kid and his parents would love another addition to the family.

And her family just kicks her out?

‘I’m sorry to hear that,’ he says and he means it from the bottom of his heart. ‘Were you close with your family?’

She shrugs. ‘Growing up I was. Not really with my mom, but with my father and brothers I was super close. I thought that they would love it, a little bean added to the family. Guess I was wrong. But you know, I have Belle, so that’s enough for me right now.’

Right now. That means the door is open for someone else, right? Or is he trying to read something that isn’t there?

‘By the way,’ she says, ‘how did you come up with “sunshine”?’

Why does Henry feels like he just got caught? ‘Just slipped, I guess. I’m so—’

‘Don’t you dare apologize, Cavill,’ she interrupts him. ‘I love the nickname and did you see Vanessa’s face?’

He does actually. He recalls the way her face lit up with happiness and pride.

Olivia looks to the side and when he stops for the traffic lights, he meets her gaze. She smiles. ‘I’m really happy we’re on this date,’ she says. ‘And maybe I’m a bit rusty in the whole dating department and is what I’m about to say way too blunt, but I need to tell you that you look really handsome tonight.’

Maybe that is too blunt, but Henry doesn’t mind. He doesn’t mind at all. His hands get a bit clammy. ‘Thank you, Olivia. Allow me to be just as blunt.’

‘Surprise me.’

‘You look stunning and I’m really happy that you agreed on going out with me.’

A/N: Don’t worry, the next chapter will cover their date 😉

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lokidiabolus · 4 years ago

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Last Resort - chapter 1

Fandom: The Maze Runner

Pairing: Thomas x Newt

Warnings: ex boyfriends, AU

Summary: Three years after breaking up with Thomas, Newt finally thought the past of hating each other was behind them, until Thomas asked him for a favour - pretend they got back together for a week while staying at his parents' home. Because it was an absolutely dumb idea, Newt was inclined to refuse, but then found himself in the house he used to visit when he was in love and happy and the bitter reality of only pretending for people he always liked made him miserable. But it was nothing against dealing with Thomas himself for a week straight and trying not to fall back in love that hurt them both.

Or: Prompt ch. 192 with added spice. Or something. I just needed to write for a while :')

Can be found on Ao3.

Notes: Hi! I was really into writing something, like really, really hyped, but then couldn't find anything that would make me go "yaaas!". So I thought of just giving up, until I somehow vaguely recalled I wrote this small one shot about two exes falling back in love in parents' house, and just sort of thought: oh yeah. Angst, good. Could add some horny. Good. Let's try. So here we are. Trying. It's not exactly deep or anything. I just needed to get this out of my system :') And it's not like I can't write anything else but AUs... ha.

Unbetad!

Sometimes Newt felt like the world was against him in literally any kind of situation. Once he decided to commit to something, a sudden force worked against him immediately, completely ruining the plan, or at least derailing his confidence in it. For about a year he thought that maybe it was the Universe giving him signs, for another year it felt like a karmic backslash and this year he settled on the fact he was just being despised by whatever higher force was in charge.

Although last year wasn’t as bad, really, until November 12th on dot. If it was about to be documented anywhere, he was just getting out of his shower, quite sleepy already, in rather calm, peaceful mood, once his phone dinged with a new message and he, without knowing the consequences of reading it, opened it. Even though it had Thomas as a sender - he thought later it should have deterred him from ruining the night for himself. Yet, his stupid lizard brain just clicked on it, blissfully unaware.

ThomAss - [23:14] – This is a life-or-death matter, you HAVE TO help me out D:

Newt - [23:15] – HAVE TO even.

ThomAss - [23:16] – YES. Please. I’m ready to beg too, that’s how desperate I am!

Newt - [23:17] – Hmm. Tempting. On your knees?

ThomAss - [23:18] – It’s negotiable.

Newt - [23:19] – Might think about it. Go on.

ThomAss - [23:20] – I need you to come home with me. I mean to my parents’ home.

Newt - [23:21] – What…?

ThomAss - [23:22] – It’s an emergency. They’re being persistent, so I need to bring somebody over.

Newt - [23:24] – I don’t follow?

ThomAss - [23:25] – Somebody I’m dating, that is.

Newt - [23:26] – Yeah, no.

ThomAss - [23:27] – Pleaaaaaaaaaase! T^T

He refused to admit he was fuming when he tossed his phone on the mattress and ignored how it beeped several times with new messages. There was no bloody way he’d go all smiling into Thomas’ parent’s house and pretend they were dating when they broke up three years ago in bad blood and it took them over two years to recover enough to be able to at least talk in a civil way. Sure, these past few months were sort of… better than the rest, though Newt didn’t really know if there was a reason, or they just let go of the grudge.

Well, partially let go, at least Newt’s was still lightly festering sometimes, on bad days when he was stupid enough to let his guard down and remind himself of it.

His phone beeped three more times and then the silence of his flat got sliced to pieces by the obnoxious ringtone he put in spite to Thomas’ contact two years ago. They weren’t calling each other, so there was no way he’d hear it at any point back then, but now, when the sound filled his home, he had a fleeting thought of smashing the phone to pieces instead.

“I said no,” he answered anyway, cold enough for Thomas to definitely get shivers on the other side of the line.

“Newt, please, I beg you,” Thomas didn’t even bother with greetings and whined like a five-year-old. “You can’t possibly be that cruel, can you?”

“Minho,” Newt gritted out. “Why not him?”

“He’s in England! Drinking tea! He’d throw me off the Big Ben if I interrupted his super-secret-date-everybody-knows-about!” Thomas responded frantically and Newt pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

Fine, he had a point, probably, Minho would rage at him if he tried to drag him back shit like this. He planned the totally-not-a-date for months, never introduced the person and then disappeared. Everyone knew why, but they didn’t know to who.

“Teresa.” Another possibility, and Thomas’ groaned into the speaker.

Oh, so he already asked her, and she turned him down. Not to mention…

“Brenda?”

Another groan.

“For fuck’s sake,” Newt had to force himself not to throw the phone against the wall. “Have you literally asked everyone and I’m the bloody last resort?”

“Sort of?” Thomas piped and Newt refused to acknowledge how it stung weirdly.

Am I being hypocritical?

It wasn’t like he was willing to go anyway, but somehow his pride didn’t like it. And his pride was a bitch, he knew, and had the power to overwrite his common sense.

“Look, it’s just…” Thomas sighed into the phone. “…embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing?” the blond repeated. He would say uncomfortable maybe, but embarrassing? “What is bloody embarrassing about it? I’ve heard you snore and fart and throw up and come, and you think this is embarrassing?”

“This is embarrassing!” Thomas whined like couldn’t hear the naked truth and Newt shook his head. They had their history, and it wasn’t just a week short fling. They lived together for three years and dated for seven, there honestly couldn’t be much of an embarrassment present anymore.

Although maybe yes, after three years of barely talking.

“You’re ridiculous,” he mumbled after, dropping a towel he was drying his hair with on the bed. “How’s this even a question, can you just tell them you’re single? Or. I don’t know, that the person you date had other business to attend to?”

“No,” Thomas answered immediately. “I can’t and I won’t. You act like you don’t know them, they’re onto me.”

“Cuz you’re a liar?” Newt tilted his head to the side and Thomas grumbled.

“Am not, okay.”

“So where’s your significant other that can’t attend?”

“On the phone right now, being difficult. Obviously,” Thomas delivered without ounce of shame and if he was standing right in front of Newt, he would have one in his face. “Look, I didn’t want to ask you, cuz of course it’s kinda weird, since my parents already know you and all.”

Of course he would rather bring Teresa or Brenda over, Newt thought and the bitterness surprised him.

“Well, at least they wouldn’t be as shocked,” he said in response, pushing the wave of reminiscing back down. “Imagine Minho, he would probably tear the place apart.”

“Yeah, but we didn’t break up with Minho,” Thomas reminded him, keeping the sombre tone despite Newt trying to lighten the situation.

“You don’t say,” he said instead. “And?”

“And they know we did,” Thomas continued. “So it’s gonna be awkward, you know.”

“Can imagine, yes,” Newt didn’t want to play dumb. “I already told you no though, so there’s no reason to torture yourself with the what if.”

“When did I ever want anything this important from you though!” The whine was back, and Newt sucked in a sharp breath.

“You want me to make you a list? Or would a text suffice.”

“I told you I’d beg on my knees, right? I will. I’m ready to go to your place right now and kneel for the whole night if that’d please you,” Thomas shot back, sounding too serious for Newt’s liking. His neighbours would hate him if Thomas spent the night in front of his door on his knees, serenading him just to make him cave in.

“For fuck’s sake, for how long am I going to be pretending I love your stupid face again then?” he growled unhappily and Thomas on the other side let out a small laugh.

“Well, mum said a weeklong vacation, but I’m sure like three days would be enough to sate her craving for whatever she actually craves when she forces me to do this,” he dropped like a week wasn’t a death sentence or could pose an actual problem with Newt’s remaining vacation days. Which was not. But Thomas didn’t know that.

“I know you have vacation days left, since you always hoard them,” Thomas immediately added like he could read his mind and Newt couldn’t stop the curse leaving his mouth. “It’s not so bad, right? Countryside, fresh air, great food and for free.”

“For the cost of my sanity, but sure, for free,” Newt grumbled and padded to the table to boot up his notebook. “When?”

“I’d pick you up on this Friday at 3? Work or home, your pick.” There was an obvious relief in Thomas’ voice and Newt kind of wanted to remind him they still broke up and barely talked to each other for two and half years, so it was not going to be a walk in a park at any point, but he kept his mouth shut.

“I work till 4,” he uttered while opening his e-mail and started to write a request for vacation. “So something past 4 in front of my workplace should be fine.”

“Four? Since when?” came a question and Newt rolled his eyes. “It used to be 3 max.”

“Three years ago, sure,” Newt decided to overlook Thomas’ weird habit of keeping shit like this memorized. “Things changed.”

“You work longer for the same pay?” Thomas guessed and Newt scoffed.

“I’m not an idiot, okay,” he commented sternly. “I got promoted. So I go to work a bit later, but work till later too.”

“Aaah,” Thomas voiced. “That’s pretty cool. Congratz.”

Year and half late, but I guess it’s the thought that counts. He just hummed.

“Then four it is,” Thomas got back on track easily. “Thanks, Newt. You’re a lifesaver.”

“You don’t know what it will cost ya yet, don’t be so happy about it,” Newt said grumpily. “I don’t work for free.”

“How’s pleasant company and free accommodation and full inclusive not enough for you? You spoiled little bitch,” Thomas faked an offended tone and Newt rolled his eyes.

“Pleasant company is questionable, since you’re going to be there,” he shot back, more out of habit than with an actual spiteful intent. “But I guess your family will do.”

“Oof, alright,” it didn’t take anything from the cheerful tone of his, “you can send me a bill after. Fucking high maintenance as always, aren’t you.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Newt chirped and hung up. The moment he sent the mail to his boss he immediately regretted it.

***

Friday came so fast Newt barely noticed the week whooshing past him, and suddenly it was 3:50, he was basically done with his workload for the day, his weeklong vacation got a green light and a bag with his things was sitting mockingly on his table, reminding him he was an idiot who just liked to make himself miserable.

Thomas was already texting him since morning to not forget to pack undies like he was a mastermind of great humour and Newt’s eyes lingered a bit too long on a kitchen knife when he was packing yesterday.

But then again, Thomas’ mum definitely had much better cutlery, so the variety of murder weapons just multiplied.

He pointedly ignored how his stomach lurched at the sight of Thomas at his car in casual clothes and unzipped jacket like it was spring (the -4 degrees disagreed with him, and especially with Newt’s complete lack of proper thermoregulation), actually having a pleasant expression on his face Newt last seen… well, long time ago. He took Newt’s bag and put it in the boot of the car with such nonchalance Newt almost believed his parents might be tricked into thinking they really got back together, how smooth and easy he made it look. Newt refused to ruin it with sarcasm, so he just got into the passenger seat and let Thomas get them on the road.

“You know Christmas is still a month away, right?” Thomas commented once Newt got rid of his coat and scarf, since the car was warm inside, and tossed it onto the back seat, before putting on the seatbelt.

“Yeah?” he raised an eyebrow at him and didn’t like the smile Thomas had on his lips. He was going to nag, for sure.

“Just that you’re wrapped like a present,” came an expected comeback. “How many layers you even have? You took all of your winter clothes on?”

“Stuff it,” the blond glared at him. “It’s cold outside.”

“It’s not that cold though?” Of course Thomas wouldn’t let it go.

“Just cuz you circulate lava and not blood doesn’t mean others do too,” Newt’s glare intensified. “Like it’s something bloody new I’m cold as fuck all the time.”

“Yeah, it’s really not,” his companion shrugged with self-satisfied smirk and Newt wanted to stomp on the brake and just get out of the car. Why did he agree again?

Prick.

What even made him so happy? Still didn’t realize how many faked smiles he’s going plaster on his face through the stay? Or he didn’t care?

“What are we going to tell them?” he asked instead to bring them closer to the problem, since the resolution was only three hours’ drive away. He wouldn’t admit it, but since he agreed to help with this clownery, he couldn’t stop thinking about what to tell the people he genuinely liked and didn’t want to lie to. He could almost forget how rare it was to stay alone with Thomas these days – or months – or years – without an urge to strangle the brunet every time he got close and opened his mouth, when they were sitting in the car so peacefully now.

It was calm but utterly bitter.

The bitterness, Newt thought, was probably still the remnant from three years ago. Maybe not as vicious, but still accompanying him after all these years, every time they saw each other. The first year was catastrophic, the second they both calmed down a bit, and the third they actually managed to lead a normal, reasonable conversation with minimum insults.

Newt wasn’t shy to admit he missed his ex during quiet moments of his life; somehow. He was especially prone to it during his birthday, somehow spending the passing years without Thomas’ company hurt, despite the bad parting. Talking with Thomas with more ease was nostalgic. But his brain always helpfully supplied it was not going to last because they were still the stupid, broken up them deep down.

Not to mention pretending to be lovers just to get Thomas’ parents off his back was lame as fuck. He had no idea why he agreed. Maybe he was lame too.

“I don’t know. We bumped into each other on a party and made out in a closet,” Thomas responded, the smile finally falling off, his eyes glued to the road before him. “And decided to try it again.”

“Ugh.”

“What, you have a better idea?” Thomas shot him a look and Newt snorted.

“We managed to talk normally again and realized we’re still in love with each other?” he offered, just to piss him off. “Since, you know, it happens to normal people?”

“What, sex in the closet does not?” There was that annoyance in Thomas’ voice again Newt knew so well. They usually talked to each other like that – annoyed, nagging, angry, and it wasn’t hard to fall back into it.

“Probably to you,” he averted his eyes from his companion and watched the passing scenery instead. “But I’m not that easy.”

“That’s true,” he heard Thomas whisper, more to himself, and rather buried himself lower into the seat. The fact their intimate life sucked the last month they were together hadn’t been a secret and Newt was very much aware it just sped up the fall of their relationship. But at that point it all felt wrong, and the last thing Newt had wanted was having angry sex, or sex out of obligation, or basically anything intimate without enjoying the other person’s company. Because they sure weren’t enjoying each other for some time already.

Thomas didn’t like it. And he was pretty open about not liking it. But then again, so was Newt.

And then they broke up. It was outside during Christmas, under the lit-up tree on the city square, and Newt still considered it the most unpleasant memory of his life. They were furious, both of them, and the breakup was inevitable, but when it finally came, it wasn’t an explosion full of shouting or accusing as he expected.

Nope, it was quiet, cold and devastating. Seven years down the drain, just like that.

“Let’s go with your version,” he heard Thomas saying roughly. “It happens.”

“Yeah,” he piped, closing his eyes.

In fairy tales.

***

“Oh my god, I knew it!”

It was the first thing that hit them both when the door to the house opened and Thomas’ mother ran out, shrieking like a siren while going straight to Newt and almost suffocated him in an embrace. “I knew you two would get back together, I knew it!”

“There goes the surprise,” Newt managed from the rest of his breath and when she finally released him just to run back to the house to tell the rest of the family the big news, he gasped like he was drowning.

“Good to know she’s as strong as ever,” he croaked, and Thomas hummed and took both of their bags to carry it inside. He had gotten visibly darker and grumpier the closer they got to his hometown and now he almost visibly carried a dark, raining cloud above his head, looking like he just arrived at his own funeral.

Newt followed him inside with surprising ease though, like returning to this place somewhat negated everything Thomas tried to spoil. He had only nice, pleasant memories of this house, and those people, so even if Thomas ought to be a dickhead, he could always enjoy himself here.

“Newt!” a roaring voice welcomed him next, and another crushing hug lifted him from the floor. Thomas’ father was a big, broad guy who could probably lift the house itself, and his jolly personality apparently remained untouched as well.

“Hi there,” the blond greeted him right the moment he got back to the ground, trying to withstand the bear pat that followed. “Haven’t seen you in forever.”

“Likewise!” the big guy cheerily replied. “Glad to see he came back to his senses! Was seriously afraid he’d bring that gloomy goth girl here, I don’t think we have enough black around for that.”

Teresa or Brenda.

“Nah, he still has a thing for blonds,” he replied with a smile and immediately heard Thomas’ scoffing from the living room. The fact that both Teresa and Brenda turned him down must have scarred his ego a lot.

The jab was worth it though.

***

“I’m so glad you’re here,” Anna (Thomas’ mum) patted his arm for about fourth time already since they arrived, her face fond and eyes happy, and it made Newt guilty as hell. They all gathered in the kitchen, which smelled like fantastic food and happy memories. “I swear the breakup was so shocking, we didn’t want to believe it. Tom took it so badly too, I-,”

“Mum,” Thomas’ voice sounded threatening from behind them. “Stop feeding him useless stuff. He just got off work and spent three hours in the car, let him breathe a little.”

She made a face at him but sent Newt an apologetic smile and gave him a muffin. Still tasted as he remembered, and he had to admit those small welcoming bits were the only brakes he had from running away. It wasn’t like Thomas was nasty towards him or anything – he wouldn’t dare since they’d call him out on it – but since they had the talk in the car Newt could feel the uncomfortable tension between them that always ended in an argument.

“You want coffee?” Newt realized Thomas was looking at him now, eyebrows raised, and he just nodded, not trusting himself to say anything.

“I’ll bring it to you, you can go sit with others,” Thomas added as if he couldn’t get rid of him fast enough and Newt didn’t argue with that logic. The moment he left the kitchen and sat between Thomas’ dad and sister, relief washed over him, and he could finally breathe a little easier.

“I thought you’d already be married to somebody decent,” Hannah (Thomas’ little sister) commented while she plastered herself against Newt’s side like she used to do when she was little. Newt haven’t seen her for about four years, give or take, and now she was 14 and apparently full of opinions. “And not wasting your time with him again.”

Him, pointedly looking at her brother who was sneering at her while entering the living room with Newt’s coffee, was seemingly normal occurrence lately, judging from zero reactions from the parents.

“I know, I’ll never learn,” Newt piped in anyway, which made Thomas sneer at him for a change, and almost spilling the coffee on him, not even trying to mask it as an accident.

“Do I have to be the target of your bad jokes?” he glared at them collectively and when Anna arrived after him with dinner, Newt felt nostalgic, like literally nothing changed, and he relaxed into it with more ease than he expected.

He was just glad Thomas was sitting further from him and didn’t need to force himself to act natural. When he reached for the coffee, his favourite taste of it surprised him, but he didn’t meet Thomas’ eyes.

***

“I have to say, you got even cuter,” Anna suddenly said once they were past dinner, Newt couldn’t eat or drink anymore or he would explode and decided to walk it out while helping her bringing dishes to the kitchen and putting them in a dishwasher.

“Anna,” he chuckled. “That’s not what a guy wants to hear.”

“I’m just saying,” she had a genuine smile on her face. “I feared I’d never get to see you here ever again. I know you don’t really want to talk about the breakup and all…”

She stopped for a second, her eyes searching, and Newt hated how strangely painful it made him feel. He sincerely hoped it didn’t show on his face.

“I just want you to know I’m happy you two got back together,” she concluded, which meant it definitely showed on Newt’s face and she saw it. “I know you must have your reasons back then and everything, but I’m just… so glad for you two. And I wish you’d visit more often as well.”

Newt’s chest tightened like he was about to have a heart-attack and he had to push the guilt back down with the power of his sheer will alone, right in front of her trusting, hopeful eyes, like he was disarming a ticking bomb with 10 seconds on the countdown. He expected maybe some initial awkwardness, or some of them poke fun at how they finally got their shit back together after three years, but this wasn’t the plan and he hated how he wanted to hide behind Thomas’ back and just push him to deal with this instead.

“Yeah,” he gulped down the rising agony. “We absolutely should.”

Liar.

“You were always such a great kid,” she pushed herself from the kitchen counter and pulled him into a tight, heartfelt hug. Tears almost spilled out of Newt’s eyes when she squeezed him with loving gentleness he didn’t want to feel again to know what he was missing. “We all love you so much. Thank you for coming back.”

He couldn’t stop the guilt anymore and quietly wept into her shoulder, praying to any higher power for her not to notice.

***

It wasn’t an escape. He did not run away like a coward the moment he could. He didn’t light up his cigarette outside on a porch with trembling hands because he couldn’t get his nerves under control. It just happened. He just felt like it. He just needed the fresh air, nothing else.

He thought, maybe if he kept telling himself that, the tears would eventually stop and he wouldn’t be sniffling anymore into the night, with sky sprinkled with stars and air cold enough to make his face feel like ice.

He heard the door opening only vaguely, his eyes stinging, until the automatic light flashed above him, signalizing a movement nearby. He noticed Thomas too late, he realized when he started pathetically wiping away tears into his sleeve.

“You okay?” Thomas asked a bit abundantly, seeing the state of his, but Newt had to admit there weren’t many other questions to ask anyway.

“Yeah,” Newt sniffled, trying to get his feelings under control, but failing miserably. “Sorry… just. Give me a few, I’ll be fine.”

Thomas took a step closer, and Newt hated how he flinched at that.

“Mum told you something?”

He had an unreadable face, Newt thought. Neutral and careful and Newt couldn’t say what he was thinking. He hated how the ability of reading this man just disappeared like the rest of their history.

“Nothing bad,” he shook his head and brought the cigarette to his lips, inhaling shortly. His hands still trembled but not as badly anymore. “Are they worried?”

“Not yet, I think,” Thomas replied quietly, glancing towards the door, then sighed. “I guess it’s… kind of painful.”

“Kind of,” Newt agreed softly. “But it reminds me how nice it was when it lasted.”

“Yeah,” Thomas finally glanced at him, his eyes a bit warmer. “It was amazing.”

Newt felt a lump in his throat forming, and the more Thomas was looking at him, the worse it got, until he couldn’t really stand it. So he offered a small, apologetic smile, put the cigarette out and returned back to the house with buzzing in his head and weird pressure in his chest.

The mischievous grins Thomas’ family gave him once he reappeared in the living room never felt so wrong.

***

Newt didn’t really plan on it, but since the night progressed and his company slowly started leaving for the night, he eventually fell asleep on the couch in the living room. He thought he heard somebody trying to wake him while softly saying his name, but he was too exhausted to rise to the challenge and just let his eyes close shut.

The last thing he noticed was sudden warmth engulfing him, like being hugged by a fluffy animal and then he was out like a light.

He dreamed of first loves and heartbreaks.

***

“You’re being 17 only once in your life, man, cheer up a little!”

Newt grumpily looked at the shot he was given with liquid of unknown origin and then back at Minho, who was grinning at him encouragingly, already drunk enough to be considered not the most reliable source of what fun is. Newt couldn’t say he liked the taste of any alcohol he tried so far, and even though Minho made it look like it’s the most delicious thing he ever had, every cup tasted like spirit and burned unpleasantly.

Sure, he was 17 today. Sure, he tried alcohol because everybody did to celebrate, but every time they looked away, he just poured the rest of his cup into something that could hold it (the cactus probably wasn’t happy about it and Newt mentally apologized to the plant when he disposed of the rest of his beer in its pot).

“Lemme take that from you,” a sudden movement on his side caused the small glass to be taken from his hand, and then a brown-haired boy downed the drink like it was water. Newt had no idea who he was, but since he saved him from possible vomit-inducing moments, he immediately liked him.

“My saviour,” he grinned once the boy tossed the empty glass back to Minho who barely caught it. The boy smiled back at him, his big, brown eyes warm and honestly really pretty.

“Thomas,” he introduced himself. “I take it you’re the birthday boy. Newt, right?”

“Right,” the blond nodded in agreement. “You here with Ben?”

It was just a guess, but he vaguely remembered Ben mentioned something about bringing friends over and Newt didn’t mind. The more people present, the easier would it be for him to disappear at some point to avoid being cornered with other alcoholic beverages.

“Yep,” Thomas nodded with a cute smile. Newt wondered if he was already at least a little drunk to be so easily charmed. “I know I should have brought a gift, since it’s your b-day and all, but I kinda came empty handed. Sorry about that.”

“Preposterous,” Newt faked a shock, hand on his chest and laughter bubbling in his throat, but Thomas was already fishing through his pockets as if he was searching for something to give, and that made him laugh for real. “It’s fine, Tommy. You saved me from alcohol poisoning, you have a free pass.”

“That’s lame though,” Thomas objected unhappily and then finally found his phone in his back pocket, looking at Newt expectantly. “Can I at least get your number? I swear I will make it up to you.”

Normally Newt would argue he didn’t need anything, for real, don’t sweat it, but the more he was looking into Thomas’ eyes, the more his common sense refused to work, and caving in was so, so easy.

“Sweet,” Thomas smiled happily when he saved the contact and then slung his arm around Newt’s shoulders, leaned close and took a quick photo of them both on his phone. “You won’t regret it.”

“I know I won’t,” Newt said, and he meant it.

***

He woke up with his head painfully pounding, like he slept too long or too short. In a moment of confusion of his whereabouts one glance across the empty but messy living room from yesterday’s festivities gave him the answer he sought – he was in hell and it smelled like pancakes.

He gingerly sat up, analysing the situation carefully, until his eyes stopped at the clock showing 12:04 and Newt refused to believe them. He couldn’t have possibly slept till noon, right? Thomas was playing a prank at him by rewinding the clock or something, there was simply no way. He usually woke up at 7, if he really had a deficit then 9 the latest and felt guilty about it. Twelve sounded like a bad joke.

Then again, his body was so sore it made sense. He had a crick in his neck, his legs felt wooden and stiff and there were creases from the couch everywhere on his naked skin. He had a soft, fluffy blanket draped around his body he didn’t remember even seeing yesterday but was grateful for anyway.

“Fuck,” he breathed out in mortification. “What am I even doing?”

“Having a zombie march, I’d say,” a voice interrupted his inner freak out mercilessly and he turned around too fast for his poor head to comprehend and world spun for a moment. “Thought you died or something, geez. Since when you sleep so long?”

Thomas was slowly walking towards him with a tray, trying to balance the cups with coffee on it, and once he successfully set it down, there was only a small puddle under one, so still a success. He brought pancakes and muffins Anna baked and Newt didn’t feel like his appetite was up to this.

“I dunno,” the blond rubbed his eyes sleepily. “I guess I wasn’t really sleeping as much these past few days…”

“Your back must hate you though,” Thomas glanced at the sofa pointedly. “Only sitting for too long on this torture device is painful.”

“Eh,” Newt shrugged. “I’ve had worse.”

“Well, you look like shit, so not much worse,” Thomas didn’t spare him, smirking at Newt’s apparently dishevelled appearance and he just flipped him off.

“Have a pancake, you’ll feel better,” Thomas pushed the tray closer.

“Maybe later,” Newt untangled himself from the blanked instead. “I need a bath.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

Newt mentally slapped Thomas so hard his face landed in the pancake cushion. In reality he just scoffed and wobbled out of the living room at the sound of his ex’ snickering.

***

Nobody really commented on Newt’s faux pas of passing out on the couch until it was time for lunch, but they did comment on his food habits (or better on having none). He barely ever ate breakfast in the morning, so he didn’t eat the fluffy pancakes, or the muffins Thomas brought him, but he did drink the coffee. Before he could even properly digest that Anna was already serving lunch and he had no way how to wiggle himself out of that one.

The rest of the day passed like a blur and when the evening came Anna was chasing him to the bed the first moment he yawned.

“You’re not going to ruin your back on this monstrosity!” she was pushing him up the stairs with Thomas behind her, laughing at them. “I don’t understand how we didn’t buy a new one yet, but now we have to, or you’d wreck yourself on it!”

“It wasn’t that bad,” Newt tried to argue, but she was having none of it and finally stopped in front of Thomas’ room, which… was an obvious choice, but Newt felt his blood running cold at the sight of the familiar area.

“I prepared clean towels and everything,” she pointed at a fluffy pile on Thomas’ desk. “Good night!”

“Yeah…” the blond barely got that out and she was already leaving, calling to others downstairs to help her choose a new couch so she could immediately order it online.

“Well, at least we’ll get rid of that relic,” Thomas commented while entering the bedroom as well, all smiles like he didn’t realize there was one bed, them broken up and Newt’s absolute horror.

“We’re not sleeping in the same bed, are we,” Newt ignored him with eyes fixed at the lodging in the room and Thomas crossed his arms on his chest, his lips in a wide grin.

“What, I clearly remember you saying there is nothing embarrassing about me anymore, since you heard me fart and all.”

“Oh god, shut up,” Newt wished his words were a spell and came true, but of course they didn’t work on Thomas, since he started laughing like a hyena. Anna naturally would let them both sleep in Thomas’ room, it was an obvious choice, but he sure hated it.

Thomas’ room was the same as Newt remembered it, but it made sense, since Thomas had his own place in the city for years. His family had no reason to change it, let it be the queen-sized bed, the blue-ish walls and sleek black furniture hugging the place. It had no sofa, which was the core of the problem for one of them and Newt’s regret of saying yes returned in full force.

“It’s not like it’s a small bed,” Thomas commented matter-of-factly once he had his fill of fun and sat at the edge of the incriminated furniture, obviously taunting him.

“It’s not like I care,” Newt bit out and circled the bed in disdain. “Sleep on the floor for what I care.”

“But it’s my bed,” Thomas argued with badly concealed glee. Newt guessed it was because now he could make fun of him now, which must have made him feel good after being a target of little quips from his family for two days. “If you don’t like me in it, you go sleep on the floor.”

“I’m a guest in here,” Newt crossed his arms on his chest. “Don’t you have any manners? Not to mention you owe me for coming here and playing your lying game.”

“It has nothing to do with manners or me owing you, you’re just being a stubborn ass as always,” Thomas corrected him and clearly didn’t feel like being merciful, especially when he just flopped onto the mattress and looked at Newt expectantly. “So, let’s calm down and get some sleep. I promise I won’t attack you until you’re awake again.”

“Shut up, jerk face,” Newt barked at him and grabbed the towel Anna left there, turning to leave for the bathroom, definitely not running away. “As if I’d bloody let you.”

“Mhmmm.” Thomas’ face was grinning, and Newt wanted to set his guts on fire.

Goddamn, fuck this all.

***

Of course Thomas already laid under the covers, one arm under his head, other holding his phone and leisurely scrolling through it. The room was bathing in darkness, outside of the small lamp on the bedside table. Newt still remember that lamp from years ago, and how they almost broke it when Newt accidentally knocked it over when they were having sex… here… okay, that particular memory really didn’t need to resurface right now.

“I know right,” Thomas suddenly spoke, looking at Newt pointedly. “I was surprised that thing still works too. Got banged so badly.”

“Hmm…”

“Not the only thing that got banged though,” of course the fucker had to add, and Newt tossed his shirt he was holding at him. Only got small laugh in response and then his shirt got dropped carelessly on the floor, left crumpled there like trash. Newt wanted to kick Thomas’ ass so bad he almost reached for his whole bag to hit him with it.

“Going to stand there whole night?” Thomas was acting smugly because he had an upper hand for now, the blond knew the tactics very well. Just milking the moment until one of them snap, he sure hadn’t changed. Newt seriously considered to just leave and sleep in the car if he had to.

“Are you going to be this insufferable the whole week?” he seethed, and Thomas shrugged.

“Define insufferable. Don’t feel like I am any of that.”

“Alright, then I’ll leave tomorrow,” Newt countered him, because he was honestly too tired already and couldn’t think of anything that would make Thomas to fall from his high horse for just one second. Or just show some understanding, because the moment they got in his room he made sure to make Newt as uncomfortable as possible. “You can tell your parents whatever you want, I don’t care.”

“Are you seriously throwing a tantrum over us sleeping in one bed?” Thomas sat up while putting his phone away and he had this old Star Wars shirt Newt got him for his 20th birthday and it was like a punch in his gut.

“Yes,” Newt just said and the warmth from the bath was slowly dissipating from his body, leaving him chilled and miserable.

“We slept together for 7 years,” Thomas objected with a small frown. “It’s not like you don’t know me. Or how I sleep.”

“It’s not like it matters in this situation.”

“I told you I won’t do anything,” another argument and Newt shook his head. He wasn’t even worried he would try anything; they were way past that phase anyway. It was just… so uncomfortable. “Jesus, Newt, please be reasonable. It’s cold, you’re shivering like a wet dog over there, I have perfectly normal, warm bed and we won’t even be touching. I don’t know what kind of block you have in your head, but can you just let it go for tonight and come here before you catch a cold and blame it on me too?”

“I-,” Newt couldn’t even start when a soft knock stopped him mid speech and the door opened few seconds later with Anna between them, smiling. Probably chaperoning, he would guess if he had a coherent thought.

“Just wanted to ask if you want chicken or steak for tomorrow lunch,” she chirped and Newt could almost see the loading screen in front of his eyes, for how much he couldn’t comprehend the sudden topic change.

“Go lie down, you’ll freeze out here,” she immediately noticed him standing there barefooted and pushed him gently towards the bed. “Do you want another blanket? I know you’re always cold. Thomas brought the fluffy one downstairs yesterday, should I fetch it?”

“It’s fine, I have two in here already,” Thomas interjected immediately and before Newt could react anyhow, Thomas reached for his hand and pulled him onto the mattress. “Will warm him up if that wouldn’t be enough.”

“Just try to be quiet, will you,” Anna seized them both in disapproving stare and Newt felt sick in his stomach. “So what. Chicken or steak?”

“I vote for steaks!” Thomas immediately shot out and Newt still didn’t understand what was even important about food in this situation, so he just nodded dumbly, and then Anna was leaving with good night and disappeared behind the door again, plunging the room into silence.

He could hear Thomas’ breathing close to his own and finally understood he lost this fight without much of a battle happening.

“Can we sleep now?” he heard Thomas ask, so he just slinked under covers and turned his back towards the man, feeling vulnerable and stupid at the same time.

***

They didn’t talk about the night. They didn’t really talk at all during the day, since when Newt woke up, Thomas was already gone, and Hannah mentioned something about him and his dad leaving early in the morning for whatever reason.

Newt hated how relieved he felt.

He spent most of the day with Anna making lunch and dodging questions about him and Thomas’ breakup and reconciliation. Anna didn’t pry as much as he feared she would, but she obviously wanted to know what happened three years ago and he had no nice answer for her, so he just kept it vague.

We stopped talking to each other properly.

We felt like we needed a break.

No, there was no bad blood between us, really. Absolutely no arguments that would cut too deep, I assure you. We just needed some time. We’re back together now after all, right.

The lies twisted so painfully on his tongue he was grateful when Thomas finally got back at 4PM and Anna’s attention turned to him instead. When the day progressed, Brian (Thomas’ dad) sat them all in the living room in the evening and opened his favourite bottle of whiskey he kept for special occasions.

They lit up fire in the fireplace and Anna brought over snacks, and just sitting there and chilling felt soothing to Newt’s guiltiness eating him up from within.

“We just sealed the deal with a new partner today,” Brian said in a booming voice when he was pouring a glass to Newt who was sincerely relieved his special occasion wasn’t Thomas and him dating again. Because that sure would send him out of the room quick, he could handle only that much before snapping.

“That’s fantastic,” he gingerly accepted the glass and watched Thomas doing to same when offered, wondering if he could somehow dump his own drink into his glass without being suspicious. They sat too wide apart though, with Thomas between his parents and Newt felt the gap deeply.

“That’s right! It means more work, but it’s going to be worth it!” Brian nodded happily and poured glass to Anna as well. When Hannah came with her own, he shooed at her to get juice instead, at which she pouted. “We were dealing with them on and off for about a year, so when they agreed to be a permanent supplier, it’s gonna make a difference.”

“You should invite the CEO for dinner,” Anna added to it and Brian immediately agreed. “But for now, cheers!”

Newt smiled and raised his glass as well, but his throat already hated it in advance. Once he sipped the wood-scented drink, he forced himself to remain passive and not make a disgusted face that was forcing its way up, grateful Anna and Brian were too busy planning what food to choose for the business dinner.

“Oh my god, can you stop shouting in my ear?” Thomas suddenly stood up when his dad leaned over him to his mum for umpteenth time. “Go sit next to her! Geez. I’m not a cushion you can bulldozer over.”

Brian laughed and pushed himself towards his wife on Thomas’ spot, which left Thomas to sit next to Newt with an unceremonious plop.

“I thought maybe cream cake for dessert?” Anna was brainstorming loudly in meantime. “Right, Newt? You always liked the cake.”

“Oh yeah, loved it,” Newt quickly switched his attention to her from Thomas’ sudden warmth next to him. “Think it’s a great idea for the dessert.”

“See!” Anna beamed at Brian happily and Newt flinched when his glass got bumped suddenly and he almost dropped it before he realized it was Thomas’ own glass touching it now.

“Pour some over,” he mumbled towards the blond quietly. “Before they notice and start pestering you about quality of well-aged alcohol.”

“Thanks…” he piped gratefully and hastily splashed most of his glass’ contents away. He noticed Hannah was looking at them, but she only rolled her eyes and started arguing with the parents that beef was no better than pork for the main dish.

“She’d drink it instead if she had a chance,” Thomas whispered towards him. “Going to be a fucking alcoholic before she reaches twenty.”

“Weren’t you the same though,” Newt objected automatically, and Thomas sipped his now almost full glass with a smirk.

“Never minded the taste, yeah,” he shrugged while licking his lips. Newt would believe from his expression the drink tasted good, if he didn’t know better. “I still like beer more though. This can easily knock me out of my socks if I’m not careful.”

“Mm.”

“You slept well?”

Newt stiffed at the question, as he expected he would if Thomas was going to breach it, and then forced his body to relax again while gripping his almost empty glass firmly.

“Fine,” he only uttered.

“Are we going to have a problem again tonight then or is it fine?” he heard Thomas asking in low voice and refused to meet his eyes. The night was alright, he slept more or less okay too, but that didn’t pose a problem in the first place, and Thomas knew it. Newt couldn’t say if it was Thomas’ way of being petty or getting revenge, but it sure bothered Newt like a thorn in his side.

“Can’t possibly kick you off, when your mum likes to check up on us,” he mumbled with a quick glance towards Anna, still in heated debate over food with the rest of the family. “So let’s pretend it’s fine.”

“I’m not pretending anything,” Thomas scoffed. “I don’t mind sharing a bed. It’s not like you’re a stranger.”

“Sure.”

“Hmm,” Thomas let out and then moved again, lifting his legs and deposited them rudely on Newt’s lap while leaning against the side of his dad who barely even noticed.

“Sure then,” he was grinning when Newt shot him a glare. “Love of my life.”

“I swear I’ll murder you,” Newt gritted through his teeth and refused to acknowledge how his heart thumped when Thomas smiled at him like he just said something overly sweet.

“Looking forward to it,” the brunet responded instead while sipping their shared drink and Newt twisted his big toe in revenge. Sadly, it didn’t have much of an effect.

***

“What the fuck happened to you over those years, jesus fuck!” If anybody asked, Newt didn’t sound like a naggy wife scolding her husband, no sir. “You can’t hold your liquor for shit!”

“Whaaa-,” Thomas’ attempt to sound offended interrupted a loud burp and then fit of laughter, all that when he was plastered over Newt’s back who was unceremoniously dragging him back to his room.

“If you throw up over my back, you’re dead,” he warned the drunkard coldly and Thomas let out hehehe but didn’t deny it. Newt suspected him he could walk just fine but wanted to be as obnoxious as possible, so Newt would have to take care of him in front of his amused parents who left them to it. Newt would be much happier if Thomas’ dad would toss his son to the bed one armed, because he definitely could, and wouldn’t leave Newt to fight with the deadweight all alone, but then again maybe it was for the best.

True enough, Thomas had in total of four and half glasses full of whiskey, even though Brian laughed at him to get drunk after three shots. Naturally didn’t know every time he poured Newt a fresh batch, even though Newt tried to tell him no thanks, he secretly dumped it into Thomas’ glass who drank it, just to get refilled from Brian again as well, and that went until the bottle was empty and Thomas started giggling.

Which led them to the situation at hand – with Newt dragging his ex up the stairs and to his room – their room – while swearing like a sailor, and then just dumping him onto the bed like a sack of potatoes where Thomas landed with soft oof.

“Why’s the room sp’nning…?” he heard the muffled question shortly after, looking at Thomas’ boneless form of a dead drunk with his face half buried in covers. “Make it stooop~.”

“You feel like barfing?” he asked instead of reacting to the drunk observation and Thomas groaned, then tried to push himself up, just to fail miserably. He tried two more times until he realized he really couldn’t get up because his arms wouldn’t support him, and just had to worm his way up to the pillow by crawling. Which was almost painful to watch, honestly.

“Neeeewt.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” the blond buried his face to his hands until another whine of his name came and he walked to the bed and pushed Thomas on his back instead. That got him a sloppy grin in return in a drunk haze.

“Hi,” the drunkard slurred. “How’re ya?”

“Sucky,” Newt answered while crossing his arms on his chest.

“Oh noooo…” another whine. “Whyyy?”

“Have to take care of one smashed idiot,” Newt nudged Thomas’ side with his knee, earning another giggle. He couldn’t say he had experience with drunk Thomas – or at least with this much drunk Thomas. If he ever got inebriated enough to be considered wasted, he just passed out, usually. But today’s drunk Thomas sure had some annoying stamina and kept himself awake for too long.

“I’ll protect you from ‘im,” Thomas managed to reach out with his hand, grabbing at Newt’s sweater. “C’me to the bed.”

“I think you need a bucket first,” Newt let him pawn his sweater with a sigh.

“Mkay.” The hand on his sweater stayed, grabbing randomly, until it dropped to Newt’s thigh where it lightly squeezed, and Thomas let an appraising hum. “You got thinner.”

“It’s just your imagination,” Newt pushed the hand away and it bounced back onto the mattress. “Get changed, I’ll be right back.”

“Nooo…”

He ignored the whine and left the bedroom with a lump in his throat. Drunk Thomas could be bad for his conscience.

***

He got back half an hour later, after a bath and finding a bucket he could deposit at the edge of the bed, in hope Thomas didn’t manage to throw up in meantime. He found him sleeping sprawled over the mattress, right in the middle, still in the same clothes and smelling like a liquor store. There was no barf anywhere at least.

“Sweet,” he sighed while putting the bucket near Thomas’ possible trajectory of his head if he felt like bending over and vomiting. “Glad we had this talk about sleeping together, huh.”

He slowly crawled onto the bed, careful not to wake Thomas up (though judging by his occasional snores it wasn’t happening) and slid under the blanket as much as Thomas’ weight allowed him.

In hindsight… there was no way he could be mad at him anyway, for today. No matter how drunk the man got, he still remembered how Newt didn’t like alcohol and Newt hated how it warmed his jaded heart.

He fell asleep eventually, dreaming of grabby hands and sad smiles.

***

“Your mum is going to hear us, you ass!”

“Don’t care.”

“Tommy!”

No response, only hot lips on his neck, licking and biting and pampering it with kisses and Newt just remained pinned against the door of Thomas’ room, taking the weight of his boyfriend against his body and roaming hands grabbing at his butt and then traveling to his thigh, hiking it up to settle against Thomas’s hip. His heart was beating so loud he couldn’t hear anything else, just thump thump thump of his blood roaring, and Thomas’s sweet nothings he was murmuring to Newt’s ear in a rough voice.

“I want you so much,” Thomas whispered when unbuckling Newt’s pants, sliding his hand under them against hot, naked skin, and Newt couldn’t hold back a moan, he just needed him closer, he needed to kiss him, to touch him, to get him inside-

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Thomas bit out, voice strained, and Newt let him to lift him up and carry him towards the bed, their lips meeting in a messy, frantic kiss. It was painful, it was rushed, but it was what Newt needed, the brutal strength of Thomas’ body pushing into him and his own breathy moans coming out when their lips parted, and he heard a dull thud at some point when he was trying to hold onto the bedpost once Thomas thrusted into him so strong it made him see stars, but he didn’t care about anything else but pleasure and pain and adoration he felt when he was with him-

Newt woke up with a start, his body hot and aroused, and he felt on fire and caged and painfully hard. He could barely catch a breath when he noticed arms slung possessively around his torso and waist pushing him insistently against warm body behind him, waking up all his senses one by one like Christmas lights.

It took him a moment, the initial confusion clearing like a fog from his mind, making him realize Thomas was cuddling him from behind, one of his hands got under Newt’s shirt and was spread across his naked belly possessively.

“Shit,” he couldn’t stop himself from cursing and attempted to disentangle, but it only made Thomas to clutch to him harder, like a defence mechanism, unwilling to let go. He tried to push away one of the arms holding him, but Thomas slung a leg over his hips in response, trapping him even more.

“Don’t leave,” a sleepy voice sliced the silence and Newt stiffened once he felt hot lips on the back of his neck, mouthing there persistently.

“Thomas-.” He tried to turn around but couldn’t move an inch and Thomas bit down slightly, sending shivers down Newt’s spine.

“Mmm…” he heard the hum, and then the tense weight relaxed once Thomas fell asleep again, and Newt didn’t dare to move anymore.

It was going to be a long night and Newt refused to acknowledge the little voice in the back of his head screaming for relief by Thomas’ hand.

#newtmas #tmr #the maze runner #Last Resort series #newmas

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marvelmadam08 · 4 years ago

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Baby Blues 6/?

Summary: Alex accidentally shares Ace's first milestone on IG before Chris.

Warnings: Baby shaming (is that a thing?), arguing, rude IG/Twitter comments

A/N: Would you guys like to read any of my original works? My friend has me thinking about posting my chapters on here.

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4 Weeks (and 3 Days)

Although she didn’t want to give into co-sleeping, Alex found that it actually helped her sleep better having Ace closer. The self-soothing was still working for him, but rather than going back and forth during the night to feed, Alex moved his bassinet into her bedroom. Much to Dodger’s dismay.

“It’s temporary bubba.” Alex assured him

Ace gurgled from his place on the play mat, ideally set up for Alex to attempt some writing but once she was him practically hypnotized by the colorful toys hovering over him, she decided to put it aside for the moment.

"Are you having fun Alexander?" Alex cooed and tickled his little belly "You like the pretty colors?"

He kicked in response. Alex pulled out her phone, going to Instagram. She was happy when Chris finally caved and got one, she sent him so many Hamilton, puppy and Disney related videos. Now she would gladly flood his messages with videos of Ace.

“Say hi Ace, say hi to Daddy.” Alex tickled his tummy again

Ace squealed and flashed a smile.

“Was that a smile?” she repeated her actions, and he smiled wider, gums on full display and a happy grunt “You’re smiling! Look at you, your first smile!”

Alex quickly hit the send button before putting her phone aside, then went back to playing and cuddling with Ace.

“Wait until Daddy sees that smile.” She turned him over onto his stomach. He whined, tummy time was his least favorite thing to do "I know, I know but we gotta do it."

Alex moved so she was across from Ace, resting on her stomach too. He bobbed his head up and down until he met Alex's eyes and smiled again. She decided writing could wait until tomorrow.

When Renee got back from the grocery store the two duo were all smiles, Alex half singing a long forgotten nursery rhyme and Ace still enjoying the tune.

"He's smiling?" She rushed over

"Say 'yes I am, and it's not gas this time'." Alex said in a high pitched voice, getting another joyful squeal from her son

"I like smiling babies, come to Nana." She pulled Ace into her arms "Did you tell Chris?"

"Yeah I sent him a video. I don't think he replied yet." Alex looked around for her phone, finding it on the far side of the couch.

She was positive Chris replied over an hour ago, but she just wasn't paying the phone any attention. And surely enough there were missed calls and texts flooding her notifications. The most recent one being from her friends:

He's so cute Al!!

Looks just like Chris, but has your eyes 👀

About time you shared a pic!

You're trending rn

She came across the missed calls and texts from Chris.

Chris: Al call me back

Confused, Alex went through Twitter. She and Chris were in fact trending, the headline reading 'Alex Evans shares smiling video of newborn son on IG!'

"Oh shit." Alex jumped up from her spot on the floor

"Everything alright?"

Alex sped dialed Chris "Kinda sorta."

"Al?" Chris answered on the second ring

"Hey babe."

"Are you aware that you posted a video of our son on Instagram?"

"Now I am, I get that you're mad-"

"Mad, why would I be mad? Just because his first smile was shared with the rest of the world before me." He said almost accusingly

"Chris, it was an accident. I thought I sent the video to you."

"I'm not-" he sighed "I'm not blaming you."

"Kinda feels like your are."

"I just said I wasn't."

"Well your tone says otherwise." Alex snapped. Renee signaled that she was taking Ace into the other room. “Chris, I can’t undo what happened.”

“I know that, but you just opened up a flood gate of self-entitled requests and opinions from people who have no right to our son’s life.”

Alex suppress a scoff but rolled her eyes “Flood gate is a bit of a stretch don’t you think.”

“You haven’t seen the comments have you? And I can feel you rolling your eyes.”

“No, I haven’t read them, because it doesn’t matter what they think, plus I stopped reading them after we got married.”

“Well a few of the following include: ‘He shouldn’t be on the floor like that, he’ll have to were a helmet.’ ‘Wow his wife just had a kid and he’s down in Mexico? What kind of guy does that?’ and my least favorite ‘isn’t he a bit dark? Cevans might wanna get a DNA test done.’ All the other ones I already have blocked.”

“You know that last one is just some asshole troll. And why are you taking it out on me? I already told you it was an accident.”

“I’m not taking it out on you.”

“Yes you are! Otherwise we wouldn’t be having this conversation. You’d just be happy that your son smiled for the first time.” Alex snapped

“I am happy.” Chris half shouts, then he took a deep breath “I gotta go, they need me.”

“Sure fine.” Alex huffed out

Even over two thousand miles away, Chris could sense Alex’s aggravation “Give Ace a kiss for me.”

“Always.”

Both waited for the other one to speak up, but they were too stubborn for their own good. Alex could hear Chris being beckoned to join the rest of the cast before it got too late.

“I gotta go.” he repeats

“I know.” Alex opened her mouth to speak again when she heard the beep “I love you.”

* * *

Chris stared at his phone, stupidly ending the call before he could say anything else.

He believed Alex when she said it was an accident, a few birthday and party surprises had been spoiled from her hitting the wrong speed dial button or accidentally using ‘reply all’ in an email. But having to catch his son’s first milestone after two million strangers bothered him. The thought of being away for any other big moments, only seeing them through screens, pissed him off even more.

His anger got the better of him this time, he knew it.

He wanted to call back, text, hell he’d hire a sky writer to make sure Alex got the message.

“I love you.”

#Chris Evans #chris evans x black ofc #babyblues #Defending Jacob #new mom #first smile #black reader #Sebastian Stan #angst #marvel #fanfic #baby boy #Steve Rogers #jake jensen #Dodger Evans #a starting point #captain america #the falcon and the winter soldier

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ranposlittle · 5 years ago

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hi there! love your work, its always so satisfying to read😊😊 could i request a jealous dark era dazai punishing his fem s/o bcus she keeps talking to chuuya?

Genre: SFW

Tags: Jealousy, Punishment, and Dazai just being a wee bit toxic ehehe

A/N: Thank you for the compliment, anon! Here’s your request, sorry it took a while to cook up. Also, I wasn’t sure if you wanted this to be NSFW but since it’s not stated, I just took the safe route and made it SFW. I hope you still like it! Enjoooy~

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“What am I, a child?” You thought to yourself as your face distorted and your forehead scrunched up in annoyance. “Why do I have to do this? Yeah, why am I even doing this?” Every voice inside of your head agreed to start a revolution against your current predicament but before you can even move an inch, a tutting sound clicked somewhere behind you.

“Your time’s not done yet.” Dazai said melodically. “If you get up now, I won’t talk to you for another week. Is that what you want?”

His threat made you sink back down to your place on the cold floor. The entire week where he avoided you, passed you by like you’re nothing but a thin screen of smoke, and just neglected you in every possible way was excruciating enough that the thought of it happening again would make you obey his every whim. You cursed quietly as another wave of shame hits you. If anyone would see you like this- wedged in a corner of the room and forced to face the wall- you’ll be ridiculed for complying into such a childish way of punishment. The thought further annoyed you, a pout protruded on your lips and your feet itching to kick the wall in front of you in defiance. You disagreed in doing so however, as you fear that you’ll hurt yourself and add more to your humiliation in front of your tormentor.

“I told you to stop talking to Chuuya, didn’t I? All he ever does is flirt with you,” the said tormentor declared matter-of-factly, “but you didn’t listen to me. You chose to continue disobeying me so I had no choice but to punish you. You have to face the consequences of your actions no matter how much I love you.”

You held back your tongue from smugly responding and opted to stay quiet. It’s not because you don’t have anything to say (you imagined ending this whole man’s career just by all the things you want to say) but because you’ll get more time if you try to talk back. Dazai has warned you about it from the start and knowing your endearing boyfriend, he’ll really do it in a blink. You know that he will even go as far as to lock you in this room for months if that’s what it would come to. There’s really nothing more you’d love right now but to just get this all over with so you behaved.

The dark wallpapered wall stared back at you as seconds gone by. Or was it a minute now? The longer you stay in this godforsaken corner, the more that the concept of space and time seem to fade from your mind. They look like they meld together as a one big unit before slowly disintegrating like a lava lamp or a slinky falling down the steps of the stairs. All around you, the surroundings began to warp as well as you continue to mindlessly gaze at the empty wall. Deafening silence covered the entire room like a thick wool blanket. The sound of Dazai hastily flipping the magazine page he was reading resembled a cracking of a whip as it split the stagnant air in half and ultimately, snapping you back into the moment. Dazai just sighed contentedly before adjusting himself back on his seat, comfortably settling down and scanned the page on his lap.

“He’s probably not even reading it,” you thought. “He’s probably watching me humiliate myself with that smug look on his face.” You know that Dazai knew you too well that he can tell just how crushed your pride must be right now despite the fact that it’s only the two of you who’s witnessing this. But you also knew Dazai very well to say that the bastard’s immensely enjoying this and he’s having a kick from seeing you this beaten.

While cursing Dazai and his antics secretly, a ticklish feeling slowly crept up on your folded legs; it felt as if colonies of minuscule ants are marching on your bones. You rocked slightly on your position, feeling restless from the inexplicable itch inside your muscles. A disembodied voice screamed in your head to move, to get up and just walk away- anything, just to bring back the needed circulation on your legs. You pressed your lips together as an attempt to hold back the grunt of discomfort that was threatening to slip out. You absolutely refuse to give Dazai an ounce of reason to add more time on your punishment if you can help it. The tingling sensation of your equally irritated limbs started to climb up from your back, up to your arms and you swallowed another whine that lumped in your throat. God, this is making you so frustrated. For how much longer do you have to put up with this for Dazai’s amusement? You simply can’t take this anymore; you’re at your limit. But you know that if you move now-

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Your ears perked up, big eyes dilated in excitement and your heart raced as you hear the sound of your salvation: Dazai’s phone timer going off. The heavens seemed to open up to you as thousands of angels began to sing, welcoming you to paradise.

“Alright! Your time is up!” Dazai chimed energetically, standing up from his chair and walking towards you. “You can get up now.”

Hearing those sweet words, happiness rushed over you and you sprung up to your feet, an innocent grin on your face that you don’t even remember making. Dazai was smiling back with a tender look on his eyes as if he’s free of guilt from anything that just occurred, and gently stroked your head.

“You did so good, baby. I’m so proud of you.” He cooed at you as if you were a child. Although, you also can’t deny the fact that the praise made you feel a certain kind of relief. “I know by now you’ve already learned your lesson, right? Can you do me one last thing so I can fully forgive you?”

The floor of the Hall of Light and Dark was painted with hues of red, blue, green and yellow as the afternoon sun illuminates the tall stained-glass walls. Dazai’s fingers are lovingly intertwined with yours as you walk the picturesque hallway. His head turned to look back at you and to give you a handsome smile, his features looking more dashing as the vibrant colors reflected on his skin. What a beautiful sight to behold.

“Oi, Dazai. The boss-” Chuuya doubled back on his stride as he came across the two of you and noticing your new accessory.

A thick black collar draped loosely around your neck, its metallic buckle glistened as it reflected the rays of the sun and a small heart-shaped lock dangled from it. The characters ‘Dazai’ was etched on the lock’s silver surface in bold black font. Chuuya’s wide eyes darted to the man who the name belonged to and gaped at the cunning smirk that was curled on his lips.

“Stay away from (Y/N). She’s mine, if you can’t tell.” Dazai’s arm hooked around your neck and a finger fiddled with the lock, a meek jingling sound emitted from it as he continue to address the surprised man. “I hope this will be enough for your monkey brain to understand that. If not, then I’ll be happy to give you more proof who she truly belongs to. And it’s never going to be you.”

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samdoesblogging · 4 years ago

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A Chanbaek Comeback (bc why not?)

YOYOYO I’M BACK NOT THAT ANYONE MISSED ME BUT I’M HERE SO DEAL WITH IT HAVE A FIC

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BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.

Chanyeol groaned, rolling over and smacking the top of his alarm clock. He buried his face in his pillow and sighed. He could just not show up, right? Nobody really cares if you skip class in college. He nodded to himself. He needed sleep, he could miss the first day. He rolled over and closed his eyes, beginning to drift off again. He was almost asleep when he felt something hit his head.

“Good morning, hyung,” Sehun called from the doorway. “You’d better get ready, our first class is in thirty minutes.”

Chanyeol groaned again and pulled himself up into a sitting position. He would hurt Sehun for

this. Still, he knew he should be a good friend and show Sehun around since he was a freshman while Chanyeol was a sophomore. Chanyeol quickly got dressed and headed to the kitchen of their tiny apartment where Sehun was wolfing down a bowl of cereal. Sehun waved and smiled as if he hadn’t just assaulted Chanyeol out of bed. Chanyeol shot him a glare and poured himself a cup of coffee, hoping the caffeine would wake him up enough to be able to get through his first class. The pair finished eating and Chanyeol led Sehun to his first class. They sat in the back of the lecture hall and pulled out their laptops. The professor was as boring as he could possibly be, and it took all of Chanyeol's strength to stay awake. About halfway through the class, another student rushed in.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said with a grin. He was somewhat short, with blonde hair and way too much eyeliner. The latecomer slid into the seat next to Sehun and waved at him and Chanyeol.

“So, what did I miss?” He whispered.

“Nothing,” Sehun sighed. “Absolutely nothing.”

“Well, clearly I missed meeting the hottest boys in the class. What a shame. We’ll just have to meet up later,” he said with a wink.

Sehun grinned, but Chanyeol choked on thin air. Who was this kid? They barely knew each other, why was he saying stuff like… that?

“I see he’s a shy one,” the new kid said to Sehun, nodding in Chanyeol’s direction.

Sehun nodded.

“He’s absolutely no fun at all.”

“I bet I can change that.” Sehun chuckled.

“I’m Sehun and that mess is Chanyeol, who might you be?” He asked.

“Byun Baekhyun, at your service,” Baekhyun said with a little bow.

Sehun and Baekhyun continued chatting throughout the class while Chanyeol struggled to focus and take notes. The class finally ended and Chanyeol dragged himself to the next one. When lunch came around, he searched for Sehun in the food court and was surprised to find him sitting with Baekhyun.

“Who’s that with Sehun-ah?” Chanyeol’s friend Jongdae asked.

“I dunno, some new kid. He showed up in our first class today.”

“He’s kinda cute.” “He’s kinda annoying.”

Jongdae chuckled and went to sit with Sehun and Baekhyun, Chanyeol following behind him.

“Ya Sehun-ah, how many hot friends do you have?” Baekhyun whined when Jongdae sat down. “This is too much for me to handle!”

Sehun laughed and patted Baekhyun on the back.

“Just look at Chanyeol when there’s too many attractive people around.” Chanyeol shot a glare at Sehun and Baekhyun turned to look at him.

“Nah, he’s part of the problem,” Baekhyun said with a smirk, shooting Chanyeol a flirty wink.

Chanyeol suddenly became deeply interested in his rice.

“I’m Jongdae,” Jongdae introduced himself, “Why haven’t we seen you around before? I guarantee I would not forget a face like yours.”

“I’m a transfer student,” Baekhyun said. “All the girls were in love with me at my last school and all the guys were straight. It was the worst.”

Jongdae and Sehun laughed and Sehun slung his arm around Baekhyun’s shoulders.

“I don’t know about the girls, but I have yet to meet a straight guy around here besides me.”

Baekhyun raised an eyebrow.

“You’re straight?” “I was until you showed up,” Sehun said, attempting to wink at Baekhyun but failing miserably. Baekhyun just laughed and nodded.

“Well, tell me if I need to chill then, wouldn’t want you questioning your sexuality all of a sudden.” Sehun nodded and began to eat his lunch, glancing over at Chanyeol who was still very much entranced by his rice.

“Yeollie, you good?” “I’m fine.”

“Okay. By the way, I’ll be late coming home tonight, Baek’s taking me out for drinks. You should come too, Jongdae!”

Chanyeol furrowed his brow. Drinks? Wasn’t that something you did with your good friends? Not people you just met? This Baekhyun guy was really rubbing him the wrong way. Lunch ended and the group went their separate ways. Chanyeol had trouble focusing the rest of the day. All he could think about was Baekhyun. Who was this guy to step into his life so suddenly and take his best friend? What was he planning? Chanyeol was sure he was up to no good. He sighed and headed back to his and Sehun’s apartment. Raiding the fridge, he pulled out some leftover ramen and a bottle of soju and sat in front of the TV, trying to find a good drama to watch. He turned on Descendants of the Sun, even though he had already seen it a million times and popped open the bottle of soju. He had gotten through three episodes before the door swung open, Baekhyun carrying in a drunk Sehun.

“He had a bit much,” Baekhyun said with a chuckle, gently pushing Sehun away as the younger man tried to plant kisses on his cheeks.

“I LOVE you Baekhyunnieeeeeee,” Sehun slurred, clinging onto Baekhyun’s arm.

“Yeah, yeah I love you too you big goofball,” Baekhyun chuckled. “Where’s his room?”

Chanyeol was just staring at the two. He had seen Sehun drunk before, but he wasn’t usually this… touchy.

“His room…?” Baekhyun prompted.

“It’s the one on the right,” Chanyeol mumbled.

Baekhyun helped Sehun to the room and tucked him into his bed. Chanyeol frowned as he heard Sehun trying to get Baekhyun to stay. The kid was really, seriously drunk. Baekhyun came out a few minutes later.

“He finally fell asleep,” Baekhyun said with a soft chuckle. “He’s a bit of a mess, eh? And he claims he’s straight…” Baekhyun laughed again. “I’m gonna head out. Bye, Yeollie!”

Chanyeol was going to say something about not calling him “Yeollie” but Baekhyun was already gone. He peeked into Sehun’s room and saw that the boy was sleeping soundly, wrapped around a pillow which Chanyeol figured was probably a clever Indiana Jones-style replacement by Baekhyun for himself. Stupid Baekhyun. He thought. Baekhyun had only been in his life for one day but he was already ruining it! Chanyeol sighed and quietly shut Sehun’s door, plopping into his own bed and drifting off.

The next day, neither Sehun nor Chanyeol had morning classes, so Chanyeol elected to help

Sehun through his hangover. He ran to the drug store in the morning to get hangover medication, but was surprised to find Sehun already drinking some when he got back.

“Where’d you get that?”

“Baekhyun brought it!”

Of course he did.

“Oh. Well. If you need extra I’ll put this in the fridge.”

Sehun nodded and curled up into a ball on the couch. Chanyeol tsked and brought him some water.

“Drink.”

“But hyung…”

“Drink it, Sehun. You need it.”

Sehun frowned, but took the water and began to sip it. Chanyeol smiled softly and ruffled his hair. Sehun was like a little brother to him. He had practically raised the kid through high school. It hurt that now he wasn’t the most important or cool person in Sehun’s life. He sighed to himself and plopped down next to Sehun on the couch.

“Meet anybody fun at the bar?” he asked.

“It, uh,” Sehun mumbled. “Baek didn’t tell me, but it was definitely a gay bar. The, uh, the dancers were really good though. Especially this one guy. His stage name was Kai.”

“Wait, was it the Exodus Bar?” Chanyeol asked.

Sehun nodded.

“That’s Jongin! He’s in my dance class. He is really good.”

Sehun nodded again and Chanyeol noticed a slight flush spread against his cheeks.

“Yeol--”

“Hm?” “Kai-- or Jongin, or whatever-- my heart… flutters? When I look at him. Why does my heart flutter like that when I look at a man?”

Chanyeol wasn’t entirely sure how to respond. He had known Sehun was gay for quite a while, he was just waiting for Sehun to figure that out for himself.

“Maybe you like him,” Chanyeol suggested. “He’s definitely hot. And crazy talented.”

Sehun quickly shook his head.

“No, no way. He’s just cool. I think I just want to be like him. Yeah. That’s it.”

Chanyeol nodded and patted Sehun’s shoulder. Someday Sehun would be honest with himself, but maybe not today.

Soon it was time for the pair to go their separate ways and head to their classes. Chanyeol had Dance and was surprised to see Baekhyun in the studio chatting with Jongin.

“I really should have transferred sooner,” Baekhyun was saying, arm entwined with Jongin’s. “Clearly all the hotties go here and I was really missing out.”

Jongin chuckled.

“Well you’ll have to take that up with my boyfriend,” he replied, causing Baekhyun to pout.

“What? You can’t be taken! You’re not allowed to dance like that and then tell me you’re unavailable.”

Jongin laughed again and shook his head.

“Sorry, but it’s just a job. The kid you brought with you was pretty cute, though.”

Chanyeol made his way over to the pair.

“Ah, Yeollie!” Baek said, unlacing his arm from Jongin’s and going to lean on Chanyeol instead. “How’s Sehunnie?” “He’s fine,” Chanyeol mumbled, attempting to subtly push Baekhyun off of him. “You didn’t have to bring him medicine. I’m his best friend. I can do that.”

Baekhyun frowned.

“Well I’m the one who took him out and got him drunk,” he said matter-of-factly. “What is he, your boyfriend? Can’t I take care of him too?” Chanyeol shook Baekhyun off and took a few steps away.

“You only just met him!” He said, voice growing louder by the second. “Why did you have to come into my life and take my best friend?” Baekhyun looked stunned and prepared to say something, but Chanyeol had already stormed off.

“Is he usually like this?” Baekhyun asked Jongin. Jongin shook his head.

“No, not at all. He’s the softest teddy bear most of the time. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him attempt to get mad at someone.”

Baekhyun tilted his head and nodded. He had to admit, he was fascinated by Chanyeol. Not only was he one of the most handsome men he had ever seen, he also wore his heart on his sleeve and was comfortable in his emotionality. His cute vulnerability made Baekhyun even more attracted to him. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to protect Chanyeol or ruin him. Maybe a little bit of both. Chanyeol was eventually forced to return so he wouldn’t miss the start of class but he made an effort to stay as far away from Baekhyun as possible, sticking himself on the opposite side of the room. He tried to focus on himself and his own technique, but he often found his gaze drifting in the mirror over to Baekhyun. He clearly had taken dance classes before and he moved with this graceful, sensual energy that Chanyeol was absolutely entranced by. The class was over too soon and Chanyeol headed out, trying to get Baekhyun’s lithe form out of his head. The rest of his classes for the day were boring and Chanyeol felt like he had spent hours in each one of them. When he finally dragged himself back to the apartment he was pleased to see Sehun waiting with a pot of ramen.

“Hungry, hyung?” Chanyeol groaned and nodded, pretending to crawl towards the food on the table like a man who had been starved for weeks. Sehun laughed and Chanyeol smiled, halting his act and walking normally the rest of the way. The pair ate quietly for the most part until Sehun spoke up. “Chanyeol-hyung, just so you know, Baekhyun is coming over for movie night tomorrow.”

Chanyeol frowned.

“Movie night is our sacred roommate night.” “Well Baekhyun hasn’t made a ton of friends yet and I thought it would be nice if we invited him… He already said yes and he sounded really excited…”

Chanyeol buried his face in his arms and nodded.

“Fine.”

Sehun went off to his room to do some homework and Chanyeol was left to contemplate his nearing nightmare. Baekhyun and Sehun would probably chat throughout the whole movie making it hard to pay attention. They’d probably cuddle and leave Chanyeol all alone at the end of the couch even if the movie was scary. Movie nights were a sacred tradition and apparently Baekhyun was out to ruin all of those. He eventually went to bed and slept fitfully, dreaming a lot throughout the night.

Classes passed by far too quickly the next day, speeding Chanyeol towards his imminent doom. He tried to find excuses to stay late in his last class, offering to clean the desks or organize the professor’s books to no avail. Eventually, he was forced to go home. He entered the apartment to find Baekhyun and Sehun cuddled on the couch, flipping through Netflix.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” he grumbled.

“You could always just join us,” Baekhyun said with a smile, pretending to plant kisses all over Sehun’s face. Chanyeol shook his head and flushed slightly at Baekhyun’s deeper implications.

“We thought we could watch The Shining,” Baekhyun said, gesturing at the TV where the movie was queued.

“I don’t really like scary movies,” Chanyeol replied. “Let’s watch something else.”

“But it’ll be fun,” Baekhyun whined, standing up and walking over to Chanyeol so that he could properly make puppy dog eyes at him.

Chanyeol shook his head.

“I’m not watching it.”

“Scared? I’ll protect you.” “I don’t need your protection.” “You sure? You seem awfully flustered all the time.” Chanyeol was caught off guard and stuttered out a response. Baekhyun just chuckled.

“We’re not watching The Shining,” Chanyeol said after he had gathered himself.

“Why not?” “Because we’re just not, okay! You don’t get to make the decisions, you aren’t even supposed to be here!”

Sehun sat back watching the two argue and munching on the popcorn he had made for them to share. The two boys continued insulting each other and raising their voices.

“You don’t live here! Stop showing up!” “I have as much of a right to see my friend as you do!”

“If we watch your dumb movie, will you at least leave sooner?”

Baekhyun was about to say something, but stopped and just chuckled.

“What? Will you?!”

“You so want to kiss me right now, don’t you.”

Chanyeol was shocked.

“Wh-what? No, what?? Why would I want to do that! We’re talking about movies! And how you’re stealing my best friend!”

“So you’re saying you wouldn’t be open to it?”

Chanyeol fumbled for words and took a step back, trying to think of something to say. He didn’t want to kiss Baekhyun. He didn’t. But then, why was his heart pounding so loudly? He was scared, that was it. He was just really scared.

“Either get a room or come watch the movie,” Sehun said, breaking up the tension.

“Up to you, Yeollie,” Baekhyun said to Chanyeol with a wink.

Chanyeol shook his head quickly.

“We’re watching the movie. And I don’t want to kiss you!”

The chaos from Baekhyun’s comment allowed Sehun and Baekhyun to get their way and the trio started to watch The Shining. Chanyeol sat through the first bit of the movie, but his mind was still full of what Baekhyun had said and the movie was getting pretty scary. He eventually excused himself and went to his room, throwing himself on his bed. What was he supposed to do? He buried his face in his pillow and groaned loudly. Baekhyun was the enemy! He was stealing Chanyeol’s best friend! He was-- attractive. Really attractive. And Chanyeol wanted Baekhyun to cuddle with him, to hang off of his arm. Chaneyol sighed and hugged a pillow against his chest, squeezing his eyes shut. He had totally ruined everything. Suddenly, he felt the bed dip beside him.

“Hey,” Baekhyun said softly.

“Um, hi,” Chanyeol mumbled. He sat up and pulled his knees into his chest - a difficult feat with his very long legs.

“I wanted to say sorry.” “For what?” “For everything. The flirting and the saying you wanted to kiss me and all that. I should have cut it out when I realized you were uncomfortable.”

Chanyeol shrugged and played with the hem of his shirt.

“You weren’t entirely wrong… I do want to kiss you.”

“Oh?” “Yeah…” “I’d like to kiss you too, Chanyeol. If that’s okay.”

Chanyeol swallowed hard and nodded slowly.

“Yeah, that’s okay,” he mumbled.

“We don’t have to,” Baekhyun said softly. He tentatively reached towards Chanyeol and placed his hand on the younger man’s shoulder when he didn’t back away.

“I want to, it’s just-- I’ve never kissed anyone before.”

“Well lucky for you I am very experienced. We can turn you into an expert in no time.”

Chanyeol blushed and nodded, leaning his head against Baekhyun’s hand on his shoulder.

“Then… can you teach me?”

Baekhyun nodded and smiled softly. It was different from his usual smirks, more gentle and sweet. He was absolutely whipped for this boy. He placed a hand on Chanyeol’s cheek and leaned in to kiss him. He could feel Chanyeol’s nervousness through his lips and tried to soothe him, running his thumb along Chanyeol’s cheekbone and keeping the kiss light and soft. He pulled away slowly, studying Chanyeol’s face. Chanyeol’s eyes were still shut, processing the moment that had just passed.

“That was nice,” he mumbled. He sounded almost disappointed, though.

“Was it? You don’t seem very happy.”

“I am! Really! It was just… nice. I thought kissing was more… exciting?” Baekhyun chuckled and couldn’t resist pressing a kiss to Chanyeol’s nose.

“You’re adorable, you know? And kissing can be more exciting. Do you want me to show you?” Chanyeol nodded and leaned his head towards Baekhyun, sticking his lips out and making Baekhyun laugh again. Baekhyun captured Chanyeol’s lips with his own and began a deeper and more fervent kiss. He placed one hand on Chanyeol’s waist and one on the back of his neck and pressed his body into Chanyeol’s. He poured his everything into the kiss. All the built up tension he had felt for the past few dazed, the deep and aching need he had for Chanyeol. He wanted to explore every inch of Chanyeol’s mouth, every inch of his body. Baekhyun pressed Chanyeol into the mattress and kissed him harder, tangling a hand in his hair. He didn’t want to stop, not even to breathe. He had to eventually, though, and he was glad he did because when he pulled back he got to see Chanyeol’s face. Flushed and breathing heavily, lips slightly parted, Chanyeol looked gorgeous.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Chanyeol mumbled, turning his face away. “Because you’re beautiful.” “I’m not.” “You are. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Chanyeol blushed and squirmed beneath Baekhyun, trying to bury his face in his pillow. Baekhyun laughed and rolled off him, laying beside him and wrapping an arm around his waist. Chanyeol snuggled against him, tucking his head under Baekhyun’s chin. He looked a little funny since he was so much longer than Baekhyun, but Baekhyun just found it adorable.

“Is this day one, then?” Chanyeol asked.

“If you want it to be.” “I do.” “Then yeah, this is day one,” Baekhyun agreed, leaning over to press a quick kiss to Chanyeol’s lips once again.

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bluffbomb · 5 years ago

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Fic - Warm Water

Bruno Bucciarati/Leone Abbacchio

R18

I hope you like it ♥

Construction noises stirred Bruno from his sleep. The clanking of metal on metal and loud beeps from reversing machines made him frown at the window of their hotel room. He could tell it was cloudy by how the light coming from the window looked gray and dreary. He thought because it had snowed so heavily the night before, the builders wouldn’t be working, especially not this early in the morning. Bruno rolled his bleary eyes over to the alarm clock, blinking a few times to see clearly.

7:00 a.m.

Come hell or high water he supposed. Too bad he was a light sleeper and would never be able to get back to sleep with all this noise. A drill ground hard into the earth and he sighed, the sweet wisps of sleep fully leaving him. He hadn’t got much sleep last night to begin with, so this was more than disappointing. He tiredly rubbed his eyes, causing the blankets to slip and reveal his bare chest. He shivered, goosebumps raising on his skin from the chill in the room. The space heater in the corner was working hard but was no match for the biting cold.

He deserved it in a way. It was his choice to go to Milan in the winter, his choice to book their stay at a historic hotel. He could have done this trip on their anniversary, when the weather was nice, and they could enjoy the view from their room. Though, this trip was mostly to introduce his mother and half-siblings to the love of his life, and because that love was a man, he didn’t want a possibly crushing reaction during such a happy time for them.

However, with hindsight, he could see he was just being overly cautious. His mother had met Leone the first night they arrived and was absolutely smitten with him after dinner. She’d even bought him several pieces of jewelry that Bruno didn’t have the heart to tell her he wouldn’t wear. She was just happy to see Bruno had someone that loved him, and that made all fear and trepidation melt away and yes, he absolutely cried.

A shame his father couldn’t meet him, but Bruno knew he’d like him, too. His father would probably take them out on his boat and pop a bottle of prosecco to celebrate. Probably would have given Leone one of those crushing bear hugs that Bruno missed so much. A body shivering next to him stole his attention from his thoughts. “S’cold,” Leone murmured, tiredly grasping at the sheets. When they slipped off of Bruno, they must have slipped off Leone as well. When he finally found the hem, he made a fist of the sheets and brought them up to his nose.

Leone could sleep through anything. Fire alarms, bulldozers, the rapture. Anything. Bruno genuinely envied him for it, how he could just fall asleep when his head hit the pillow, how even an ice cube down his shirt only resulted in half-hearted reaching. He knew that because he tried it. “Leone,” Bruno said softly. If he had to lay awake, he at least wanted some company.

No response. “Leone,” he sang, rolling over to face Leone’s back. He slept almost completely face down, one leg bent and hugging a pillow right under his chin. Bruno thought that was so cute. “Leone,” he whispered, sliding an arm over his back. This time, Bruno got a deep exhale. One a horse would make but without sputtering lips “ ‘m tired,” Leone slurred, not moving a muscle.

“I can’t sleep,” Bruno whispered, snuggling closer to the warm body next to him. “Mm,” Leone replied, probably not even awake. “Talk to me,” Bruno whispered. Nothing. Bruno pouted, rolling onto his stomach and leaning up on his elbows. He gazed down at his boyfriend, his face almost fully obscured by a veil of silky silver hair. Without his makeup, Leone looked so youthful, truly looked his age. Bruno could see the faint dusting of freckles on the bridge of his straight, sharp nose, plush dusty pink lips that were parted just the slightest bit.

Long black lashes rested atop marble carved cheekbones. He was magnificent, angelic even. Even in sleep, he must have felt Bruno staring and slowly cracked one sparkling eye open halfway to look at him. “What?” he mumbled. “You’re pretty,” Bruno replied, caressing a few strands of hair away from his face. Leone didn’t reply, but Bruno knew he’d roll his eyes if he had the energy. He didn’t have much capacity for compliments and was probably maxed out from all the praise his mother had showered onto him.

Bruno leaned over and planted a soft kiss on his shoulder, letting his lips linger for a moment. He loved this man so much, sometimes his heart couldn’t take it when he thought about it. Leone huffed but didn’t move away. “It’s cold and I’m tired,” he said, voice less heavy with sleep. Bruno smiled against his shoulder, his plan was working. He grazed his teeth over the spot he’d kissed, making Leone exhale again. This time he swatted half-heartedly at the spot he thought Bruno was in and groaned. “It’s cold, baby, let me sleep,” he said, closing his eyes.

Baby. Bruno loved little pet names like that, but Leone usually only used them in times like this, when he was too tired to feel embarrassed by them. Bruno caught his hand mid swat and brought the knuckles to his lips. “Don’t be mean,” he said against the smooth knuckles. Leone’s hands were surprisingly soft, much like the rest of him. He put on a tough front, he had to in his line of work. And it worked, people were terrified of him, most people didn’t even look him in the eyes when speaking to him.

But Bruno knew him, he knew that under that front, Leone was just a big, ooey-gooey softy. Leone let out a defeated sigh, knowing he wasn’t beating Bruno’s persistence. He rolled onto his back, bringing up one hand to rub his eyes. “Good morning,” he said, a tiny bit of bite to the words. “Good morning, Leone,” Bruno said. Leone could hear the smile in his voice.

“What time is it?” he asked once he fully opened his eyes. Bruno glanced over his shoulder to the clock before looking back at Leone. “7:15,” he said simply. “Jesus,” Leone sighed, letting his hand cover his eyes. “Don’t fall back asleep!" Bruno commanded playfully, tugging on Leone’s hand to bring him closer. “It’s the crack of fucking dawn,” Leone whined. “And it’s cold,” he added, still letting himself be pulled by Bruno. “Well then come here and cuddle me and we’ll warm up,” Bruno whispered teasingly. Leone didn’t fight being pulled to the middle of the bed, if anything he helped by scooting himself over.

“Baby, it’s so early,” he croaked, scooting into a half-sitting position, his shoulders touching the headboard. He hissed at the cold contact but didn’t flinch from it. “I know, the construction woke me up and I couldn’t fall back asleep,” Bruno pouted, deeply and dramatically at his boyfriend. This earned him the tiniest smile and an even tinier laugh. “Princess can’t sleep with a pea under her mattress,” he mocked lovingly.

“So now what?” Leone asked through a yawn, stretching his arms and letting one fall to wrap around Bruno’s shoulders. “Smooth,” Bruno teased. Leone clicked his tongue and winked, reaching to the end table on his side for a glass of water. “I was thinking I could order room service for us, since the kitchen opens at six.” Leone tilted his head and stuck out his lower lip at the suggestion, clearly thinking about it. “Sounds like a good idea, what do they serve?” Bruno shrugged and went to search for the menu on his end table. Once acquired, he snuggled back into Leone and pulled his arm around his shoulders again.

Leone stroked two fingers up and down Bruno’s arm absentmindedly, as if it was just natural to do so. Bruno hummed while scanning the menu. “Feta and cremini omelet with a side of sausage.” Leone considered it silently. “Spicy sausage and spinach frittata, apple or cherry cornettos with a side of fruit or fried egg toast with two sausages or prosciutto on the side.” Leone contemplated the options silently, sipping his water and scanning over the menu in Bruno’s hands.

“I’ll get the toast with sausage,” he said finally, putting his glass back down. He picked up his phone and checked it silently, his fingers now making circles on Bruno’s shoulder. “I’m thinking I’d like the omelet,” Bruno said, reaching over to pick up the phone and order. The kitchen staff took the order quickly, giving them an estimate of fifteen minutes for it to be ready. “And now we just wait,” Bruno said, rolling back over to smile at his boyfriend. “What should we do today?” Bruno asked, tracing small shapes on Leone’s chest. “Nothing, I checked the weather on my phone. It’s gonna look like shit all day.”

Bruno frowned. “But this hotel is really nice, lots of historical things we can look at and read,” Leone added, trying to cheer him up. “True,” Bruno affirmed, taking a strand of Leone’s hair and twirling it between his fingers. Leone pulled him closer and kissed his forehead. “Thank you for doing this,” he whispered against his skin. “I’ve had a lot of fun, even if we’ve been snowed in for two days. I got to spend it with you.” With his words, the temperature in the room didn’t matter, Bruno was melting in Leone’s arms. “Meeting your mom was fun.” Bruno hummed a reply. “And your siblings are nice.�� “Yeah, I don’t know them very well, though,” Bruno sighed.

“Seeing where you grew up was cool.” Bruno smiled but didn’t reply. Leone could tell his mind was wandering and wanted to bring him back to the moment.

“I love you,” Leone said, placing another kiss on his forehead before squeezing him against his body. “I love you, too,” Bruno replied, kissing Leone’s chin. That got him an actual smile and he was definitely melting now. Leone had such a beautiful smile. It wasn’t a catalog smile or an ear to ear smile, but it was sincere and rare. Bruno loved it so much. Loved Leone so much. “Kiss me,” Bruno said, pulling Leone in closer. “But I haven’t brushed my teeth yet,” he protested. “I don’t care,” Bruno replied. When their lips brushed against each other, Bruno sighed in something close to relief.

When it finally turned into a kiss, he sighed in actual relief. Leone’s lips were petal-soft and pillowy, addicting in how they moved with expertise against his own. He was such a good kisser. His nibbles were never too hard unless requested, he used his tongue just enough to flick over Bruno’s lips and make him dizzy, and pulled away to make Bruno chase his lips, kissing the smirk that tugged at his mouth.

Bruno rolled on top of him, slithering his arms around his shoulders to pull him deeper into the kiss. Leone put one hand on the small of his back and the other right under the curve of his bottom. He slid that hand up and down Bruno’s thigh, squeezing it gently every now and then. When he smoothed his hand to the cheek of his ass and squeezed, it reminded him of a very important fact. They were naked.

Still bare from their attempt at tired, half-drunk sex the night before. They hadn’t got passed kissing before deciding to just take a shower and go to bed, not even bothering to get dressed for bed. At 22 and 23, they were getting old and domestic. When Leone gave it a little smack, Bruno yelped in surprise before giggling into the kiss. Leone smoothed over where he smacked with a kind of care that made Bruno weak. He was so sweet, too sweet sometimes. “A little early for spanking,” Bruno whispered against Leone’s lips. “Can’t help it, it’s so nice it was asking for it,” he replied, nipping at Bruno’s bottom lip and pulling a little bit. Bruno shivered, kissing Leone again with more force. He moaned into their kiss when Leone used his strong arms to squeeze Bruno against his body.

“I’ve missed you,” Leone whispered, pulling away to trail kisses on Bruno’s neck. Bruno tilted his head back, smiling as Leone sucked on his pulse point. “I’ve been here the whole time,” Bruno sighed playfully. “You know what I mean,” Leone said, his voice carrying a hint of seriousness. He squeezed Bruno against him and let out a small grunt when his thigh pressed into his semi-erection. Bruno grinned, no wonder Leone was being so affectionate this morning.

Calling him baby and being so touchy, so receptive to his teasing and to waking him up so early. “Oh,” Bruno cooed. He leaned up and looked down at Leone who was just the slightest bit flushed. Bruno was always amazed at how pale he could get this time of year. “First thing you want in the morning is me?” he asked, feigning surprise. Leone just bit his lip, letting his hands wander to Bruno’s hips and squeezing. “I always want you,” Leone whispered, his honesty making Bruno feel guilty for teasing him. “But I can’t always have you, at least not without embarrassing you” he added, a hint of mischief in his voice “Well, you have me, now, don’t you?” Bruno taunted.

Leone didn’t respond, but his raised brow said everything his words didn’t. “I guess I do. Right where I want you,” Leone said finally, his hands coming to Bruno’s chest and tracing the filigree of his tattoo. “But do I have you, Leone?” Bruno asked, mostly so he could look Leone in the eyes to see those sparkling lavender gems again. He could get lost in those eyes, as corny as it sounded. They were so expressive, so vulnerable in a way that made Bruno want to cherish the times where they just looked at each other.

“You always do.” He leaned up to kiss Bruno again, but Bruno leaned away, squinting and smiling at Leone. “Even now?” Leone’s lips parted. “Especially now,” he replied. “Then,” Bruno started, walking two fingers up his chest, stopping to tap the tip of his nose. “Can I do it?” Leone blinked a few times before his face flushed pink with the realization. “I-I don’t know,” he said, averting his gaze. “You know I’m not that great at it.” Bruno fought back the urge to giggle at Leone’s shyness. “You’re amazing at it, love. You just don’t relax enough,” he said, placing a kiss on the tip of Leone’s nose.

“It hurts,” Leone grumbled in his defense. “I know, my love, I know. It’s gonna hurt at first, or at the first couple of times when you get started.” Leone looked everywhere except Bruno’s eyes. “Your size doesn’t help,” Leone grumbled again. Bruno winked, even though he knew Leone probably didn’t see it. “But I’m always gentle,” Bruno said softly, dipping his head to tease his lips over Leone’s collarbone. “That’s true,” Leone breathed, tilting his head back to give Bruno more access. “And I’ve only put it in you twice the whole time we’ve been together, so it’s normal that it’s still…” Bruno searched his mind for a word that was accurate but not crude.

“…a snug fit,” he finished. Leone pressed his lips together, thinking carefully on his words. “I have thought about it,” he confessed, his voice barely a whisper. Bruno’s eyes brightened. “Yeah?” he asked excitedly. His excitement must have embarrassed Leone, as his cheeks turned a darker shade of pink. “Yeah,” he affirmed quietly. He cleared his throat. “The times that we’ve done it, when we’d find our rhythm it would feel really good.” He took a breath and looked at Bruno dead on. “It’s nice…being full of you. I get to be close to you in a…such a special way. I like it.” It was Bruno’s turn to blush, and he did. Hard. “Just wish it didn’t hurt so damn much,” Leone added, laughing lightly.

That was partly Bruno’s fault. He had less experience than Leone and had rushed through stretching him those times. He’d gotten so worked up, he overestimated how prepared Leone was. It was selfish, and he felt immense guilt when Leone would wince and grit his teeth as he accepted him inside. Thankfully though, Bruno had been doing research and had found something he could do that both let him get worked up while working Leone as well. He just had to tell Leone what it was. Or show him.

“Well,” Bruno began. He had clearly piqued Leone’s interest, as he leaned up onto his elbows when Bruno sat back on his heels. “I’ve thought of a way to get you…more accommodated.” He grinned at the way Leone’s breathing got shallow. “I’ve thought about doing it many times, I just worry about how you’ll react.” This caused Leone to furrow his brows. “You’re not talking about putting your fist in my ass, right?” Bruno couldn’t help but sputter out a laugh. “No, honey, no!” he giggled, placing his hands on Leone’s chest. “What I’m thinking of is a lot gentler than that. It’s just…different from anything we’ve done.”

“Oh,” Leone said with relief before taking in a deep breath. “What is it?” he asked shyly. Bruno turned his head coyly. “It’s a surprise. I want to see your natural reaction to it. Sometimes you try to please me too much, even when you’re uncomfortable.” Leone mumbled something inaudible and glanced over Bruno’s shoulder.

“As long as you’re not putting a fist in my ass or anything with feet, I’m willing to try it.” Bruno let out another laugh. “It’s definitely neither of those,” he assured with a kiss. “I think you’ll like it. It’s different but not in a weird way. And if you don’t like it, you can always tell me.” Leone pursed his lips to the side, and Bruno could see the gears in his mind moving as he was considering it. He chewed on his bottom lip before letting out a breath. “Okay. I’ll try it. I trust you,” he said. Bruno’s heart swelled so big, he didn’t think his chest could contain it.

The confidence and vulnerability Leone extended to him was truly something special, something to be cherished. Just like Leone. “I’ll make it worth it,” Bruno whispered, coming in for another kiss. This time their kiss was different. It was hungry and wild. Leone pushed his tongue into Bruno’s mouth and licked urgently into it. His hand went to Bruno’s throat and he rested his fingertips there, keeping himself grounded and present in the moment. It was easy to float out of his body when Bruno kissed him like this. Bruno moaned when Leone smacked his ass hard and squeezed after he did so. Their tongues danced together, moving and sliding with practiced and delicious rhythm.

Bruno kissed like he was going to die of thirst, sucking on Leone’s tongue with urgency and desire. Leone was no better, kissing desperately at Bruno’s cheeks and chin when he pulled away to breathe. Bruno slid his hands into Leone’s silky mane and pulled him closer, deepening their already passionate kiss. He was getting dizzy, needing more air than their kiss allowed, but he wouldn’t pull away, he needed Leone’s mouth on his just a little longer. His lungs stung with neglect, but it didn’t seem to matter. They broke apart with a shared gasp and without skipping a beat, Bruno’s mouth found Leone’s neck and he sucked hard at the joining of his throat and jaw, knowing that was one of Leone’s many secret soft spots. Leone made the most beautiful sigh when he grazed his teeth over it. “You know too much about me,” Leone breathed, smirking as he gazed down at Bruno. He smiled against his skin and laughed softly, lapping at the pink mark he left. Leone closed his eyes, relaxing into the feeling of Bruno’s mouth as it left wet, opened mouth kisses down his neck and over his collarbones and chest.

Bruno used his teeth to gently scrape the skin he kissed, staring up at Leone in wonder at his beauty. In these moments, he was convinced this man was divine. The muscles in his neck and chest flexed and fluttered under the taut, opalescent skin as he arched from Bruno’s kisses. His platinum hair seemed to gleam like precious metal against the flat white of their bedsheets, splaying behind him in a corona. When those plush, perfectly shaped lips parted, Bruno was convinced he’d hear hymns and chants to a higher power. The dim sunlight that filtered in through the clouds and curtains glinted off Leon’s fine, silver body hair when he sighed and shuddered. He was glowing, blessed and highly favored as Bruno’s mouth kissed lower and lower.

If it wasn’t for the low, raspy curses coming from Leone, and the whistle of hard wind against their window, Bruno would have believed he was making love to an angel. He was so lucky to have Leone. His hips flexed as Bruno’s mouth stilled just below his navel. “You’re staring at me, babe,” he said, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths. Bruno, still dazed by the seraph looking down at him, didn’t replay. Instead, he licked a long, slow stripe up the defined v of his hips. They flexed again and Leone cursed low and raspy once more, resenting how close but still how far Bruno’s mouth was from his straining manhood. Tanzanite colored eyes narrowed in suspicion at him, but in this moment, Bruno could only use his mouth for worship rather than words. He licked up, then rounded back down to the other side, sucking and nipping as he reached near the base of Leone’s swollen column.

Their eyes stayed locked onto each other, one contemplating while the other stared in devotion. “I love you,” Bruno whispered, the words feeling so good coming out of his mouth. Leone pressed his lips together to hold something back, probably another curse. “And I’m going to make you feel so good,” he said, letting his eyes flutter closed as he kissed a velvety smooth thigh. He felt Leone shudder against his lips, and it made his veins thrum under his skin. Leone had more stamina than he did, always lasted longer than he did.

But this morning, Bruno was going to use everything he had to send his personal deity straight into the arms of ecstasy. He spoiled himself when kissing up and down Leone’s strong, smooth thighs, leaving pink splotches and faint teeth marks as he silently praised the skin. He relished in the feeling of those thick muscles flexing and the sounds of Leone’s groans and breathless compliments. Bruno could tell by the way his hips were jolting, Leone was trying to control himself, trying to behave as he was getting pampered. “You’re so beautiful,” Bruno said, opening his eyes and kissing the crook of Leone’s knee. Leone broke their shared gaze, his blush deepening.

Leone had a hard time receiving praise, always too humble or too sad to listen or take it to heart. “I mean it,” Bruno said gently, moving his head so their eyes met. “I know you do,” he said, a small smile breaching his otherwise stoic expression. Bruno kissed his thigh again, nipping it hard enough to get Leone to look at him. “Let me make you feel good, Leone. Let me show you how much I love you.” His blush got even darker. He pressed his lips in a tight thin line, then let his shoulders drop in agreement. He plopped flat against the mattress and exhaled. “You’re too much for me sometimes, Bruno,” he said, hoping his lover could hear the smile in his voice.

“I only give what I think is deserved. And you deserve to be spoiled.” Leone’s thigh twitched when he nipped it again. “I’m going to spoil you so much, you have no clue,” Bruno said, mostly to himself. That earned him a breathless little laugh from Leone, and it made his heart jump. He was so cute, and he didn’t even try. “Gonna treat me like a good little pillow prince?” Leone teased. “Mhm, I’ll make you feel so good, you won’t be able to think about anything else,” he replied, planting an open-mouthed kiss on Leone’s hip. “I’ll even buy you a crown,” he teased back.

“Well I definitely want the crown,” Leone sighed, doing his best not to buck as Bruno’s mouth got agonizingly close to his still painfully straining and unattended member.

“That mouth is dangerous,” he rasped, leaning up onto his elbows to get a better view. Bruno smirked against his skin, nibbling the inside of his knee. “Just you wait, I’m only warming you up,” he replied, cupping the undersides of Leone’s knees and folding him over, nearly in half. The confident, almost taunting look on Leone’s face turned to one of surprise and confusion. “Hold your legs like this for me, baby,” Bruno purred, smoothing the backs of Leone’s thighs with his fingertips. He hesitated for a moment, his brows furrowing quickly, then setting back into a pensive expression. He snaked his fingers over Bruno’s and swallowed audibly.

“It will feel good, I promise,” Bruno said, mouth on the back of his thigh just below the swell of his buttocks. “Okay,” Leone breathed, both trust and trepidation in his voice. He hugged his legs tighter, mostly in a form of self-protection. “Close your eyes and just feel it,” Bruno commanded in the softest way he could. Leone squinted, then obeyed, slipping his eyes shut with a sigh. Now it was Bruno’s turn to be nervous. He’d never done this before, only seen it in porn and read about it in books. How would he know if he was doing it right? Was there even a right way to do it? Was there a wrong way to do it?

Does he just…go for it? Does he stick his tongue in? What does it taste like? What happens if it turns out to be too extreme for them both? Bruno sighed, letting his mouth linger on Leone’s thigh, flicking his tongue to give it something to do. He’d just have to trust his instincts, use his experience and the conversations he’d had with others to his advantage.

Leone cleared his throat impatiently and Bruno knew he had to move. Slowly, Bruno gave the cheeks of Leone’s ass the same treatment as his thighs. Sucking, nipping, kissing and licking the creamy skin until Leone was twitching and jolting again. He was becoming painfully aroused, Bruno could tell by how his sounds were going from raspy sighs to quivering moans. He couldn’t torture his angel like this any longer.

He placed a small kiss on the swell of Leone’s scrotum, smoothing his tongue over it to give himself confidence for what he was about to do. Leone’s hips jumped and he huffed out a little moan from the brief contact, his fingers pressing hard into the back of his knees. His trust in Bruno had him keeping his eyes closed, making him unaware of the way Bruno chewed on his lips nervously. “Ready, Leone?” he asked, mostly for himself.

“Mhm,” was all he received, but he could hear the shakiness in Leone’s voice. With a final deep breath, Bruno gently spread Leone open and let his tongue slide down from his sack and over his entrance with the most confident lick he could muster. A sharp gasp cut through Bruno’s anxious thoughts. “Fuck!” Leone whined, bucking hard against Bruno’s mouth. He whined. Bruno had never heard him sound like that before and licked again to see if it had been real. Leone whined wordlessly this time, taking his swollen lower lip between his teeth. Bruno was both in awe and relieved. Leone tasted like nothing if anything it tasted like his soap.

He also seemed to be enjoying himself more than he ever had. “Keep going,” he panted, his eyelids slowly lifting to reveal needy, dilated pupils. Bruno hadn’t realized he’d stopped. Hadn’t realized he was staring at Leone again. “Please,” Leone whimpered, tilting his head in the most heartachingly submissive way. Bruno nodded quickly, snapping out of his trance. He stuck his tongue out again and licked long, up and down strokes and Leone was whining again. Bruno pressed his tongue flat, smoothing it slowly and deliberately over Leone, reciprocating the moans he was freely letting out of his beautiful lips.

God, those sounds were so beautiful from him, so guttural and so primal. So different from the short grunts and reserved groans he’d become accustomed to. Those were beautiful in their own way, but the sounds Leone was making now were absolutely dizzying. Ringing between his ears like the songs of cherubs. Bruno was hooked, addicted to the way his lover fought to catch his breath as he lapped at him. He was so happy he chose to do this, so happy to make Leone feel good like this.

He moaned against him, feeling bold enough, drunk enough on Leone’s sounds to try something else, something more. Without warning, he stilled his licks at Leone’s entrance, pointed his tongue and dipped it inside.

Leone seized, his body locking up as a sharp gasp cut off any sound that would have come out of his throat. It was so quick, less than a second, but Bruno had brought Leone to the brink with a push of his tongue. “Good god!” Leone choked out, thrashing as Bruno lapped inside of him, his thighs shaking in his grip. “What the fuck?” he huffed, more in disbelief than anything else. His cock was leaking now, so swollen that the tip seemed to glow a dark fuchsia against his pale skin. He bucked and whined sharply, and Bruno was convinced he was with an angel.

He felt encouraged to go further, living for Leone’s sounds. He wanted to up the ante, increase Leone’s pleasure and tried something else. He fluttered his eyes closed and sealed his lips around Leone, sucking gently. This earned him a gorgeous throaty moan, and he thanked his heart for not stopping. “Holy shit, baby!” Leone growled through gritted teeth, bucking hard and squeezing his own legs so firmly the skin around his fingers turned white. He’d leave bruises on himself, squeezing like that, but Bruno could see Leone wouldn’t care. He’d probably be proud of them. His eyes were squeezed shut and his brows furrowed desperately. Bruno couldn’t smile or talk, but he was beaming inside and would be praising Leone if he could.

Slowly, he crept his hand over, lifting his mouth off Leone just enough to slip a finger inside of him. He locked up again, his back curving beautifully off the mattress. “Does this feel good, Leone?” Bruno asked softly, eyes just as desperate as the man panting underneath him. “Y-Yeah,” was all Leone could stammer out, sucking in a breath when Bruno added another finger. “I want your mouth on me again,” he panted quickly, saying it like he couldn’t get the words out fast enough. “Please, Bruno, I-,” Leone tossed his head back, a moan cutting off his words as Bruno’s mouth made a seal around him again. “Thank you,” he breathed, letting his chest sink with another moan.

If Bruno could talk, he would have told Leone not to thank him, but he chose to keep working him open instead. He alternated between sucking, licking and thrusting his tongue inside Leone, adding another finger and earning both cries and growls from the folded man beneath him. The way Leone’s eyes would roll back made Bruno’s whole body vibrate with love and devotion and painful arousal. Leone was having such a good time, Bruno was making him feel so good that he couldn’t even put words together. His curses disappeared under gasps and Bruno’s name turned into a drawn-out hymn.

When he added a third finger, he pushed deep enough to press Leone’s prostate and he all but screamed, his already raspy voice growing hoarse from his cries. “Bruno, I-I…fuck I’m.” Leone’s hands left his legs and balled into fists, his chest heaving as he fought to breathe and moan. Bruno continues his ministrations, thrusting his fingers and tongue in and out of Leone with unwavering vigor. Leone growled and threw his head back, trying to make words but only managing broken syllables, slurring the sounds together.

Then Bruno noticed a change. Leone’s sounds were becoming short, high pitched, cut off and louder than before. He’d never heard Leone make noises like these. His bucking turned into hard rocking against Bruno’s mouth and his eyes watered when he opened them. It was too late when Bruno thought about stopping.

“Oh god, o-oh shit!” Leone stuttered. His body locked up again, then trembled and twitched. His loud, rumbling moan shook Bruno’s skull as it escaped gritted teeth. His body shook violently as he panted and whimpered. His legs dropped limply, and his watery eyes blinked several times, still in awe. “Bruno, honey… what the fuck?” he deflated, his pulsing member dripping with his release. Honey. There was another little term of endearment that let Bruno know he’d done a great job.

Bruno’s eyes widened. “You came?” he asked, probably with too much excitement. Leone let out a huff of disbelief, half-lidded eyes looking seriously into sapphires that gleamed with happiness. Leone only had enough energy to smirk. “Yeah. Real hard,” he panted.

They shared small laughs before Leone flopped down, splaying out like a starfish on their bed. Bruno crawled over quickly and sat between Leone’s spread legs. “I told you that you’d like it,” he gloated. Leone just waved him his defeat, body too spent and mind still reeling to put up any kind of fight. “I thought I was gonna pass out,” he admitted, a small blush creeping over his already flushed cheeks. “Oh yeah?” Bruno taunted. “Yeah,” Leone affirmed, finally opening his eyes to look at Bruno.

It took everything in Bruno’s power not to gasp.

“I still have so much more I want to do with you, you know,” Bruno said. Leone’s cheeks flushed deep and rosy at his words, recalling the pact they’d made earlier. “Right,” he mumbled. Bruno smirked, rising from the bed and stretching his long, elegant limbs. “I’m going to brush my teeth first, though. I can’t imagine being inside you and not being able to kiss you.” Bruno made an effort to purr out his words, making sure they sounded as sensual and tempting as possible. “R-Right,” Leone repeated, stumbling over the word this time.

He was so cute when he was flustered. “Do you still want it, love?” Bruno asked, looking at him a little more seriously, which was so hard to do because Leone looked heaven-sent. His cheeks dewy and pink, lips swollen and almost red from kissing and biting into them. “Yes,” Leone said, voice confident and unwavering. “But.” Bruno raised his brows.

“You promise to be gentle?” Leone asked in a near whisper. They both stilled, feeling their shared nervousness in the air. “Of course,” Bruno affirmed. He scooted closer, draping his arms around Leone’s shoulders and gazing down at him, letting all his sincerity and devotion speak through his stare. Leone Abbacchio, the hardened ex-cop turned gangster, was the biggest softy Bruno had ever met, and he adored him for it.

“I’m going to make such good love to you, baby. I’ll have you moaning and shaking from how good it’ll feel.” Bruno kissed Leone’s forehead, combing a hand through his thick hair. “You won’t be able to say anything besides yes and please, more. I’ll make sure of it.” Leone's lips quivered in an attempt to grin. “Yeah?” he asked shakily. “You’ll make me beg?” Leone tilted his head playfully, wanting to join in on the fun, even with his shaky, nervous voice.

Bruno clicked his tongue and shook his head. “No. No begging. You deserve to be spoiled. You deserve to feel good.” Leone looked away, his blush growing hotter on his face. Bruno brought a hand to cup his cheek and he took it and brought it to his lips, kissing his palm and sighing. “Let me make you feel good, Leone.” Leone’s blush got even darker. He pressed his lips harder into Bruno’s palm, doing his best to maintain eye contact. “You’re gonna kill me, saying things like that.”

Bruno shook his head. “No, I’m gonna make you feel so good, Leone. So good.” Leone pressed his lips together and Bruno could see his thoughts working behind his eyes, then a smirk replaced his pensive expression. He placed Bruno’s hand back on his cheek. “Yeah, but I might die from the shock.” Bruno grinned. “You mean the ecstasy?” he corrected, playing into Leone’s game. “Whichever comes first.” Bruno snickered. “You can’t die yet though, you don’t have your crown.”

Leone gasped in false surprise. “You’re right! I’ll have to wait till I get my perfect prince tiara.” Bruno’s smile turned gentle and Leone smiled in kind. “You are perfect, that’s for sure,” he said, curling a silver lock around his finger. “Stop it,” Leone laughed, unable to keep his smile from growing wider. “Never,” Bruno said, squinting at Leone.

They both laughed, Bruno tried to hold Leone without getting any of his cold release on his stomach. “Okay,” Leone started, unwrapping his arms from Bruno’s body. “Go brush your teeth so we can make out. And bring me a towel, please.” Bruno kissed Leone’s forehead one final time before hopping off the bed. “Yes, your majesty,” he teased. Leone laced his fingers together behind his head, making a show of eyeing Bruno up and down, watching him with hungry eyes as he walked to the bathroom. He bit his lip as his mouth curved into a smile.

“Where did you learn to that?” Leone called from the bed. Bruno leaned back to peer through the doorway, trying to catch a glimpse of Leone from the weird angle of the bathroom. “It’s a secret,” he called back, spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing his mouth. He grabbed a towel on his way out and threw it softly at Leone. He caught it and wordlessly began wiping off what hadn’t dried. “Thank for doing this, honey,” Bruno said, taking the towel back from Leone between two fingers and dropping it in the laundry basket.

Leone gave him a weird look as Bruno settled next to him. “For doing what?” Leone asked, turning his body to get a better look at his boyfriend. “For all of this. Letting me do all of this to you, trusting me to be gentle. All of it.” Leone smiled, warm and sweet and Bruno could swear time stopped. “You don’t need to thank me for any of that,” he said softly, pulling Bruno closer. “I love you. I’d let you do anything to me.” Jesus, Leone was really trying to stop his heart, wasn’t he? “Good thing I just want to make you come your brains out tonight.” Leone’s eyes widened in surprise, his smile stretching wider. “I need to let you take the reigns more often,” he mused.

“Right now, you need to let me kiss you,” Bruno replied, cupping Leone’s face and bringing him closer. Leone grunted his agreement and closed the gap between their lips. Their kiss was sweet this time, both taking the time to appreciate each other’s lips and tongue. Bruno stroked Leone’s cheek with his thumb and earned such a delicate sigh it made him whimper in response.

Leone’s hands roamed freely over his body, squeezing and caressing every inch he could get a handful of, pulling Bruno’s thigh over this body for more contact. Bruno’s knee brushed over Leone’s stiffening member and grinned against Leone’s mouth. He reached a hand down and gently pumped the half-hard column, stroking it to full mast. Leone moaned and went close to limp, his lips going slack as he slowly opened his eyes. “You’re so good to me,” he said softly, a dreamy look in his eyes. “I only give what I get,” Bruno replied, kissing Leone’s parted mouth. “I want you to be on top,” he said after a pause. Leone tilted his head and looked at Bruno with confusion. “I thought you wanted to…” his eyes widened, and he grinned wickedly when he put the pieces together.

“You’re so hot, babe,” Leone mused, getting onto his knees and crawling over Bruno to reach for the bottle of lubricant they’d left out from the night before. It was still by the lap where they’d left it, cap popped up. He remembered both of them groaning when he clicked open, realizing how exhausted they were. That couldn’t be farther from the truth now. “Capo wants me on top,” Leone teased, purposely arching his back and sticking out his perfectly sculpted cheeks.

Bruno cracked a hand down hard on one of them and laughed at cute little yelp that left Leone’s lips. “Better hurry up, your Capo wants you right now.” Leone shuffled back over with a devilish grin, throwing his leg over to straddle Bruno, handing him the tiny bottle. “Do you like when I call you that?” Leone asked, his voice sweet with genuine curiosity. He hovered over Bruno’s lap, watching him coat his fingers with anticipation.

It was mostly a courtesy at this point, Bruno had worked him pretty open earlier, but he still appreciated the consideration. “Yeah, a little too much sometimes.” Bruno flicked his eyes up from his fingers to Leone. “Sometimes it can be a distraction.” “Is that why you say, just call me Bucciarati right now?” Leone taunted, already knowing the answer. Bruno tapped Leone’s hip with his clean hand, gesturing Leone to come closer. Leone obeyed, shuffling closer on his knees. “Tell me if it hurts,” Bruno said, softly but with enough seriousness to make Leone answer formally. “Yes, capo.” It was almost like a switch they had in their brains, being able to instantly pick up each other’s moods. Capo only being used to reciprocate the serious tone.

Leone knew Bruno wanted to make him feel good and was serious when it came to lovemaking. He was playful up until the final act. Bruno slid in two fingers easily, fighting the urge to smirk as Leone sighed beautifully above him. “Does that feel good, Leone?” Leone groaned, his voice sounding like a compliment when Bruno said it so sensually like that. Bruno hummed happily, flicking his tongue over Leone’s nipple as he gently worked him carefully. He hadn’t expected to make Leone come earlier and needed to be more cautious if he wanted to last.

“One more,” Leone breathed, slowly rocking himself on Bruno’s fingers. “Anything for you, Leone.” Bruno obliged, slipping a third finger inside and tilting his head to scan Leone’s face for even the slightest discomfort. Leone pushed himself onto Bruno’s fingers with the same caution Bruno used while thrusting his fingers, closing his eyes and licking his lips in concentration. Slow, deliberate and sweet, they both stayed like that for a few moments. When his fingers found Leone’s spot again, he did his best to stroke it enough to watch Leone’s body tremble, but not enough to make him for limp.

“I think I can take it now, Bruno,” Leone panted, opening eyes Bruno hadn’t noticed he closed. He must have been staring at him again, daydreaming about the love he was about to make to his beautiful, blessed seraph. It was truly Bruno that was blessed to be doing this. “You sure, baby?” Bruno asked softly, stilling his fingers. Leone nodded quickly. “Yeah, I can’t wait anymore.” His eyes locked onto Bruno’s and suddenly he couldn’t breathe. “I want you to fill me up, Capo.” Bruno knew it was a taunt by the grin on Leone’s face but godddamnit, it sounded like his mouth was made just to say his title like that.

Bruno let out a shaky breath and nodded quickly, carefully pulling out his fingers and wiping them on the sheets. He scooted up to sit against the headboard and grabbed Leone’s hips to position him. “Come here,” Bruno said shakily. It was finally happening, he’d fantasized about this for so long. He’d spent many solo missions stroking himself to the thought of something like this and it was happening. Leone moved closer, placing his hands on top of the headboard and leaning up to allow Bruno some room to position them together properly. Leone groaned when he felt the thick tip of Bruno’s cock brush against his entrance, fighting the urge to just sit down on it. Bruno nudged against him again before letting out a deep breath. He pushed in just the slightest, torturous bit, then looked at Leone with commanding blue eyes. “Ride it, Leone.”

“With pleasure,” Leone purred, flipping his hair to one side so elegantly Bruno swore he would faint. Slowly, he lowered himself down onto Bruno’s throbbing, cock, hissing with pleasure as he did. “Ah, this is everything I wanted it to be,” Bruno moaned, eyes fixed at where his body joined Leone’s. Leone grinned above him, silver hair falling around them like a curtain. “Me too,” he said, capturing Bruno’s mouth in a searing kiss. Leone worked himself further down, whimpering when Bruno’s cock rubbed against a particularly sensitive area.

“I love how big you are,” Leone groaned, pressing his forehead to Bruno’s as he finally reached the base, Bruno filling him completely. He lifted his head and Bruno felt dizzy. Leone was a work of art, hand-sculpted by the gods of beauty, and bestowed to the earth as a blessing. An angel of highest, most beautiful order, here to send Bruno off to heaven in the most wonderful way. Or at least, that’s how he felt looking at Leone’s euphoric face. “Leone,” was all he managed to say, moaning it so loudly it shook his skull.

It was the only name he needed to say, the only one he wanted to say. Leone began tot move again, riding Bruno with cautious undulations of his hips. “Oh – Leone – just like that,” Bruno moaned, his head dipping back against the headboard, giving him a view of Leone’s grinning, pleasured expression. Suddenly, Leone slammed himself down onto Bruno, whining and throwing his head back as he did it one more time, then again, and again.

“Leone!” Bruno cried in pleasure and surprise. “I wanted to know what it felt like,” he panted, starting a deliciously harsh pace. “You like doing that so -,” he moaned loudly, using Bruno’s cock to press against his prostate. “I-I had to see what was so good about it.” “How’s it feel?” Bruno gasped as Leone did it again. Leone dropped a hand to Bruno’s throat and nearly burned through him with the intensity of his stare.

“I might get addicted to it.” They grinned at each other. “Let’s hope,” Bruno winked. Words were lost to them when Leone leaned back onto his hands, bracing them between Bruno’s ankles. In this position, Bruno not only got a full view of Leone’s god-like figure, but also a perfect view of where they connected, and he felt dizzy again. Leone began riding Bruno with fervor and desperation, the new angle allowing him to hit his spot over and over without fail. “F-fuck, this feels so good,” Leone moaned, letting his head fall back as he fucked himself on Bruno’s cock. “God, I love it, I-I love it!” Leone cried, his face twisting in ecstasy. Bruno couldn’t reply, only moaning as a response. Leone squeezed him so good, so wonderfully, like he was made for it, like they were made to fit each other perfectly.

Leone was perfect, Bruno didn’t need any more convincing. “I love you, Leone.” Bruno was proud he was able to string that together, his brain foggy and slow with the heavy, burning euphoria wracking through every nerve and vein in his body. His gut twisted, coiled and taut with pleasure. “I love you, I l-love you,” he stammered, his mind forgetting any other words. “L-Leone, I love you!” he cried, reaching out and wrapping his hands around Leone’s slim waist. He sounded like a sap, like a cheesy romance novel, but he couldn’t help it.

“Leone, I-I-,”

“Baby don’t say it anymore! I’ll come if you keep saying it like that!” Leone gasped, his hips staggering in uncoordinated patterns. “I don’t want to come yet. I want more of this,” Leone whined, resentfully slowing down to pace himself. Bruno wanted to obey, wanted just as much to be inside Leone for longer but, damn his release was already shredding him inside and he couldn’t say anything else still, despite knowing other words, could only repeat himself.

“I-I love you, Leone,” Bruno whimpered, thrusting up into Leone. With a growl, Leone, dropped onto his elbows, hoping the shallow angle would allow him to last longer. “B-Baby. I love you,” Bruno moaned. Progress, a new word. “You’re so beautiful, you’re amazing. I love you, I love you so fucking much, Leone!” Leone’s eyes locked onto Bruno’s and he saw something in the man snap. “Fuck it!” Leone growled, leaning back up carefully before grabbing the sides of Bruno’s head, keeping him from looking anywhere else. As if he’d even want to. Leone began slamming down hard onto Bruno, the sound of their skin slapping so lewd and loud, but it didn’t matter.

“Say it,” Leone grunted, his movements erratic and fast. Bruno’s release clawed at his gut, his toes curling to hold off just a little more. Leone had to come first, he had to. “I love you, Leone!” “I love you, too, Bruno,” he breathed, attempting to kiss him but so drunk on ecstasy he licked his cheek instead. Neither of them cared. And the lick seemed to only make it harder for Bruno to hold off. Desperate times call for desperate measures. He reached for Leone’s hips, holding them in place and thrusting into him deep and fast, giving him everything he had left. “Come for me, Leone. Come for your Capo,” Bruno commanded through gritted teeth It was too late, he was already coming. “Goddamnit,” he moaned, feeling himself flood Leone with his seed. Leone grunted helplessly, knowing he was no match for the determination in Bruno’s eyes. “Say it,” he managed to whimper, the final thread holding him from his climax fraying, waiting to snap at Bruno’s words. “Leone, I love you! I fucking love you! I lov-.” A rumbling groan tore through Leone’s throat, his body jerking as he came hard, spurting all over Bruno’s chest. He pumped himself through it, stroking out every last wave of ecstasy before falling forward and crumpling on top of Bruno.

They panted, trying to catch their breath but still wanting to dole out praise as their lungs burned.

“You’re incredible,” Leone barely managed to say.

“You’re divine,” Bruno replied, equally breathless.

Leone wrapped his arms around Bruno’s shoulders and pulled him down as Leone’s flopped onto the mattress. “I know this is corny but…” Leone began, taking a break to pant some more before continuing. “…the only thing I could think the entire time was…how much I love you, and how happy I am to have you.” Bruno wrapped his arms around Leone’s waist and squeezed, turning his head to kiss his neck. “Glad I wasn’t the only one,” he said, smiling against his skin.

He wiggled himself out of Leone’s embrace just enough to lean up and look at him. Opalescent skin flushed and nearly iridescent with sweat, silver hair sticking to his cheek and eyes still hazy, recovering from the rush of pleasure that had shot through him. Bruno sighed. “You’re a gift from the heavens.” They were Bruno’s thoughts, but they came out of Leone’s mouth. “You’re so beautiful, Bruno. You’re making my heart hurt,” Leone said, laughing lightly. Bruno blushed bright red, not expecting such tenderness. Leone was always sweet, but this was a lot, even for him.

“You look like you’re made of gold.” Leone tilted his head, as if to get a better look at him. “Wouldn’t be surprised if you were.” Bruno flopped down next to Leone, reflecting his beaming smile back at him. “I want to say something cute, but I can’t think straight thanks to you.” Leone snorted out a laugh and pulled Bruno closer to him. “You’ve said enough,” he said softly, closing his eyes to rest. “But now I’m hungry. When is the food coming?” Bruno paled, going completely still before scrambling to their door. He whispered a curse as he quickly brought the tray in. “They probably heard us!” he said, not able to hold back laughter. Leone leaned up tiredly and gave a half-smile. “Good for them.” Bruno put the tray down on the bed, crawling next to Leone and scooting up to sit against the headboard. Leone did the same thing, turning on the tv and flipping through channels before landing on a mystery show they both liked.

“It’s cold, but I honestly don’t give a shit. I’m so hungry,” Leone said, his mouth full of food. “It’s our fault it’s cold,” Bruno replied, mouth equally full. He rested his head on Leone’s shoulder when has finished, letting himself ease into the person he loved most. Surprisingly, he felt himself slipping into slumber, despite the construction, the wind, and the tv, Bruno felt his body get heavy with the telltale signs of approaching sleep. He indulged, slipping his eyes shut and drifting, but not before feeling Leone’s lips gently on his and a whispered, “I love you.” Bruno smiled, then gave into sleep.

They could explore the hotel later.

#bluff fics #bluff smut #bruabba #leone abbacchio #lion boy #Bruno Bucciarati #bucciadaddy #I guess I should also post them like this #since I know not everyone wants to click off of tumblr #I'll probably post my other ones like this later #smutty fluff #JJBA #Jojo Part 5 #jojo golden wind #also known as #the fic where bruno eats the peach

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Movie Nights with Trashmouth

Chapter 1

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Pairing: Bichie

Rating: Explicit

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Bill couldn’t believe his eyes as Richie led him through the maze of DVDs. The whole scenario was oddly an experience out of time. His friend had dragged him halfway across town to a still running video rental store, probably the last of its kind as far as Derry was concerned. “You gotta see this place!” Richie had crowed, “They’ve got movies you can’t find anywhere else.”

The shelves upon shelves proved him right. Bill wanted to carefully scan through each title, making a mental list of which to rent first. He passed period dramas, sci-fi epics, films from around the globe. “R-Richie, w-wait up. I’d l-like to actually look at s-some of these,” he whined. Richie kept pulling him forward.

“You can see those later, Big Bill,” he chided, “I’ve got something that’ll give you a raging cinema boner. Hell, it’ll probably give you a real boner.”

“C-can you p-p-please stop t-talking about m-my dick?!” Bill sputtered.

“Whatever blows your skirt up, sweetheart. Just be glad you didn’t wear gym shorts today.” He sent a salacious wink, sending such a heart burning through Bill’s gut that he was indeed relieved he wore his rigid jeans instead of his flimsy shorts after all. If only Richie knew that his jokes were a bit too accurate. Bill pined as he watched the goofball’s dangling curls bounce as he skipped through the store. Ok, maybe he was also entranced by the bounce of Richie’s perfectly rounded bubble butt too.

Before they rounded the next corner, he suddenly turned and shoved his hand against Bill’s chest to stop him. “Alright, BIlliam,” he whispered into the now blushing boy’s ear. The warmth of Richie’s bony palm spread through his chest and mixed with the chills from the trashmouth’s breath dancing across his ear sent Bill into a paralyzed stupor. Yes, Richie was a touchy-feely person, but this felt different. This felt intimate and intentional. This awkward, brash, and gangly boy that haunted his nighttime fantasies was now mere inches from his wide-eyed face. Bill instinctively leaned forward, gradually closing the gap between—

“Around this corner is the most beautiful sight you’ll ever see, aside from my precious dimpled smile, of course. Like, for real Bill, you’re gonna cream your jeans. I know I sure as hell did the first time I saw it.”

“B-b-beep, R-r-r-r—” the poor frazzled boy tried, but Richie had already disappeared into the next room. The mere thought of his friend climaxing looped through his head taunting him as Bill tried in vain to cover his now full-blown erection and hobbled through the archway.

His shame was forgotten, however, when he laid eyes on the room before him. Each wall was lined in hundreds of bizarre and terrifying titles and box art. He recognized classics of horror like the Exorcist as well as some just plain weird movies, Meet the Feebles being one he was embarrassed to admit he somewhat enjoyed. Some shelves were alphabetized, others were categorized by director or subgenre. Stylized posters plastered the remaining spaces just beneath the ceiling, their artistry mesmerizing him. Above it all shone a neon marquee that simply read, “Cult Corner.”

“Welcome to paradise, Billy-Boy!” Richie beamed with arms raised in a grand gesture.

“Holy s-s-shit!” Bill proclaimed a bit louder than intended. “They’ve g-got everything.”

“Right?” With that, he eagerly led Bill around the room in his worst tour guide impersonation. “Thank you for choosing Tozier Tours Unlimited. We’re glad to have you aboard this afternoon. If you look out the window to your left, you’ll find the world’s larges collection of the spinetingling, the hair raising, and the grotesquely gory. But please, ladies and gentlemen, keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times. There’s lots more to see.”

Bill chuckled despite himself. As often as he wanted to strangle the brash jokester for taking a laugh one step too far, he no less than adored Richie. Underneath that layer of jovial frivolity was a sweet boy just as lonely and as unsure as he was. If he ever needed a true friend or someone to listen to his uncertainties, Richie always did whatever necessary to help him, albeit with a few chucks thrown in to keep the mood from turning too sour. It also didn’t hurt that Richie’s smile did in fact give him the most adorable dimples.

Thankfully he didn’t notice Bill’s infatuated stares as he continued. “To your right you will see the weird, the bizarre, the flat-out what-the-fuckery of the aisle of cult movies. We got your Rocky Horror, your Pink Flamingoes. You want blood, guts, quips, and tits? There’s a little something here for everyone!” he crooned gradually sounding more and more like a carnival barker.

Bill felt lightheaded, overwhelmed by such a collection to choose from. “I d-don’t even know w-where to start.”

“Well then, monsieur Denbrough,” Richie switched again, this time to what he called his Frenchie Dressing voice, “allow moi to direct vous to la piece du resistance.”

“Alright, M-Marcel, c-chill. You only w-went to Q-Quebec for a w-weekend,” he teased, but the smirk flew off his face wen Richie bent over, sticking his glorious ass in the air as if presenting it for Bill’s approval. Bill absentmindedly reached out a hand, just to ‘accidentally’ brush the enthralling derriere, then, remembering his tightening pants, snapped his hand back to cover himself. Once again, Richie seemed not to notice. He was more concerned with the DVD cases he thrust towards Bill. The shaking redheaded boy blankly gazed at the covers, glad for any distraction from his embarrassing issue. At first, he was confused. The boxes were adorned with several men and women in unusual poses.

“These,” Richie whispered in a curiously huskier tone, his face instantly as close to Bill’s as before, “are for extra special movie nights.” The pieces finally fell together in Bill’s mind.

“This is p-p-p-p—”

“The word you’re looking for is ‘porn’, Big Bill,” Richie winked. Crimson flooded over Bill’s cheeks. This pushed his tension over the edge, and he sputtered and shivered with embarrassment. The frenzy subsided a touch as Richie placed a reassuring grip on his shoulder. “Whoa there, Sister Mary Agnes. I’m putting them back. Nothing to get all antsy about, it’s just some dicks and tits. We’ve all got ‘em.” Bill, slightly calmer, quirked a teasing eyebrow at him. “Well, we’ve all got one or the other.” They gazed at each other for a moment, filled with some unspoken thing felt between them. Then they each burst into a hearty laugh.

“Alright, alright,” Richie gasped, “Go ahead and pick a couple out for a date night. It’s on me.” Bill dropped the cases, letting them clatter against his Converse sneakers. He stared, frozen in place, at Richie who also seemed to notice his choice of words and avoided eye contact himself.

“D-d-d-date n-night?” Bill managed through a clenched throat.

Richie brought a hand to his neck, trying to hide a rosy patch his had sprouted on his cheek. “I mean, yeah, I guess,” he said, voice uncharacteristically wavering. “We totally don’t have to. It’s weird. We can’t just get our own movies. Your taste in horror is more on the classy side anyway, you wouldn’t like any of my—”

Bill socked his arm, leaving a nice red mark which would eventually bruise later that day. “B-beep beep, d-d-dumbass.” He then worked his fingers through Richie’s, noticing the other boy’s nervous sweating palm and his own racing pulse. He swallowed his anxiety and excitement as Richie tightened his grip. “D-date night sounds f-f-fun.”

“Well,” Richie stalled, trying to will away red face. Bill could’ve sworn that his bottle thick glasses began to steam over. “Let’s pick out some flicks then. Say, two apiece?”

“S-sounds like a plan.” Bill smiled, lost in Richie’s warmth and the surprising sweetness of the moment. “R-Rich?”

“Yeah, Big Bill?”

“How d-did you even know I’d b-b-be—”

“Well, you’ve been staring at my ass like it’s a buffet, plus I’ve been able to see your hardon since we walked in, so I figured I had at least a fifty-fifty shot.” Bill punched Richie even harder a second time. Trashmouth just cackled in return.

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25 Days of Marinette (+6 of Adrien)

Alya plays a game with Nino, Adrien, and Marinette.

Ao3

Chapter 19 – Naughty or Nice

Adrien and Marinette spent most of their afternoon at Marinette’s house. They laid lazily on her bed, snuggled up against each other while taking a quick nap before heading to Alya’s house for a night of movies, snacks, and games. Their kwamis also took the opportunity to snooze in Tikki’s nest of scraps, her little bed that sat beside Marinette’s bedside.

A ring could be heard in the room. Plagg looked at the devilish phone with one eye propped open, most likely wishing that he could wreak havoc on it with his godly power. Adrien stirred from his sleep to search for the phone, eyes closed and hands searching the table above them. Plagg squealed when Adrien accidently touched him instead of the phone causing Adrien to jump from his spot. Marinette winced and whined over her disturbed slumber and rolled back over taking the blanket with her.

Adrien smiled with a breathy laugh before grabbing the ringing phone.

“Helly,” he said with a mumbled tone as he laid back down on the pillow.

“Dudes, when are you guys coming over? We thought you would be here by now!” Nino spoke loudly through the phone which only made Adrien grumble over the excess noise.

“We said we would come by later. It’s sleepy time right now.”

“You know what time is it, right?”

Adrien moved the phone away from his ear to check the time. 6:04 pm dammit. “Ugh. We’ll be there soon. I have to wake up Marinette first.”

A loud yell came from the background, “Good luck with that!” Alya...

“Yeah. Thanks.” He deadpanned. “I’ll be over in about 30.”

“Sounds good, dude. I’ll order the food now then.”

Adrien hung up the phone before nuzzling back into Marinette’s side. “Wake up princess. It’s time to go to Nino’s”

Marinette grumbled and brought the blanket over her head. With a sleepy voice, Marinette said, “Marinette’s not here right now, please leave a message after the beep.”

Adrien stifled a laugh before answering her pretend voicemail. “Marinette, it’s your kitty, Adrien.” He plants a kiss to her head. “Nino called and we are late to their house.” He moves the blanket off her face. “He’s about to order food for us to eat.” He kisses her cheek. “And we don’t want to be late to see them.” He gives her a kiss to the edge of her lips causing her to turn her head in his direction.

She pouts while her eyes remained closed. “I’m warm. Warm kitty.”

Adrien kissed her lips. “Come on, princess. I’m hungry. There’s a slice of pizza calling my name.”

“No. Warm kitty stay in my bed.”

Adrien grabs the rest of her blanket and pulls it off of her. She bundles up into the fetal position. “Naughty kitty.”

“Oh, I’m naughty now?” Adrien smirked with his Chat like smile. “I’ll be naughty.”

Marinette went wide eyed and blushed. “You’ll wait- WHAT! That’s- that’s not what I meant-”

Adrien didn’t let her finish. He went full on tickle mode and she couldn’t hold it in.

“Adrien! Stop! Ha-ha! Please! Ha! Stop! Ha-ha-ha!” She couldn’t breathe. The tickles were too much. When Adrien felt she was finally awake, he got up and fixed his bedhead before grabbing his phone and climbing down the steps.

“Meanie.” Marinette said with a pout. She reluctantly grabbed her phone and walked down her ladder and fixed her face and hair in the mirror.

“Hey, we needed to get going. You weren’t moving, so I had to pull out the big guns.” He waved his hands in the air before doing his best impression of the muscle man pose.

Marinette groaned. “Seriously, chaton?

“Yes, seriously, milady.” He kissed her cheek. “Now let’s go before the pizza gets cold.”

-----xoxox-----

An hour into playing a board game and eating pizza, Alya turned to the gang. “So, do you guys want to play a fun little game?”

“Fun, little, and game do not work when the sentence comes from you.” Marinette said with a smirk to her lips as she pointed to the smiling girl. She knew her best friend well enough that this is some ploy to make everyone embarrassed at some point in the night.

She only shrugged her shoulders. “What? I’ll be nice.” She placed a lot of emphasis on ‘nice’.

Adrien humored her. “Alright, Alya. What’s the game?”

“Naughty or nice.” Alya smiled with a playful smile. “Don’t worry. Nothing dirty. Kind of like truth or dare. The person who chooses the victim will made the decision. If they choose ‘naughty’ the victim will have to spill something embarrassing. If they say ‘nice’ you have to say something truthful.” Alya leaned back against the couch. “See, easy!”

“That doesn’t sound so bad,” Nino said with a shrug.

“Seems like we have our first victim- I mean, participant.” Alya grinned. Adrien and Marinette agreed to the game and rules. “Alright Nino, I choose ‘naughty’.”

Nino growled. “Of course, you would. Alright. When I was a kid, I wanted to fly. So, I put on a towel around my neck and climbed on the head of the bed. I then ran to jump off and landed on my stomach. Broke my toe on one of the toys when I landed. Had to be in a cast for three weeks, dude.” He shook his head. “I was so embarrassed.”

Adrien stifled a laugh at his best friend’s expense. “That doesn’t sound embarrassing enough. How old were you?”

“This is why it’s embarrassing. I was 10.” He hung his head in shame. Everyone started laughing.

“Okay, now I can see why it’s embarrassing.” Adrien chuckled.

“Alright, your turn model.” Nino smiled. “Naughty!”

Adrien thought a moment. “So, I was supposed to ask Marinette out a week before I actually did.” Marinette turned to see what he was about to say. She has yet to hear this story. “Well, I wrote this sappy love poem during class to give to her. I couldn’t think of the right words to something... I can’t remember what word it was... so I stuffed it in my bag to work on it later on. Well, during English class, we needed to pass in our writing homework and I accidentally passed that in to Mlle. Bustier. When she started reading it, she held it to the side before turning a bright shade of red. Because I didn’t name who I was giving it to, Mlle. Bustier thought I was giving it to her, so she pulled me after class and I got a talking to about how it was inappropriate to like a teacher, yadda-yadda.” He moved his hands like he was swatting at the words. “I was mortified before explaining the mistake.”

The three friends went wide-eyed and fell over from laughing so hard.

Nino wiped a tear. “Oh man, you win! That is seriously so embarrassing!”

Marinette could only laugh. “I’m so sorry, minou. But that is seriously so terrible! Why haven’t I heard this before?”

“Embarrassing, remember?” Adrien chuckled sheepishly before rubbing his neck. Wanting to get the attention off of him, Adrien turned to Alya, “Nice.”

Alya slowed down her laughter enough to talk. “Okay, so I walked in on my parents talking about a gift for someone. They didn’t say who it was, but they were talking about this awesome brand-new tablet that had just come out. So, I thought it was for me, since I’m the only one in the family that is into technology like that and it was one that I wanted and told them about. Come to find out, they knew I was listening in on their conversation and used that as a way to get back at me for eavesdropping. I was so mad! But I get why they did it.”

Marinette turned to Alya, “Serves you right for using your reporter skills on your parents!” She wiggled her finger at her while using a mock parental tone. It only made Alya laugh at herself which then turned into everyone laughing.

“Alright, Marinette.” Alya wiped a tear from her eye. “Naughty!”

“Oh, come on Alya. My life is an embarrassment already!” She raises her arms above her head in retaliation before hiding her eyes with her hands.

“Still. Naughty. There must be something that you haven’t told us.”

“Fine.” She let out a humph while she crossed her arms across her chest. “When the akumas started happening, which terrified me by the way, I ran into a janitor’s closet to hide. Well, when I opened the door to get in, I tripped over a broom that had fallen over and landed head first into a dirty mop bucket filled with water. I had to go home and change before I trudged back to class.”

Everyone started cracking up. “Oh man! Which one was that?” Adrien asked.

“It was when Mylene got akumatized. I was trudging back out of the closet after falling in and got taken by her pink goo.”

“Dude, what a way to go!” Nino added.

“Yeah, seriously.”

The friends continued the game until it was time for Marinette and Adrien to leave. Adrien walked Marinette home and had to ask. “Did you seriously fall head first into a mop bucket?”

“Yes. I fell in before I transformed. I went home to shower and change before coming back because I smelled like old lemons.” She scrunched her face. “It was so gross.”

Adrien continued to laugh at his girlfriend’s expense. “Sorry lovebug, but that’s hilarious.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” She whined before changing the subject. “I’m glad we had fun, though.”

“Agreed! Now come on before you freeze to death.”

Marinette only smiled before Adrien grabbed her hand to run.

#mlholidays2k19 #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #ml fanfic #christmas fluff

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fictober - day nine

Prompt #9: “It has a certain taste.”

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe (Thor, Guardians of the Galaxy)

Warnings: Grief

Rating: T

Characters: Thor Odinson & Rocket Raccoon

Words: 1674

Author’s Note: set in the near vicinity (1-3 months) post endgame.

>>Snøsøte on the Mountains

The Milano was scheduled for planet departure in a little over forty earth minutes, and no one had seen Thor in six hours.

They’d landed on Krylor three days ago so that Rocket could make some much-needed repairs to the ship—Krylorians were famous for their psionic-guided engines and other advancements in interstellar flight—and Rocket was convinced he could use his reputation as “savior of the universe” to schmooze as much free tech out of them as possible. In his defense, it had been going stunningly well until Drax accidentally offended half the local government being, well, Drax.

The need to leave on time had increased significantly after that.

Rocket sat in the copilot’s chair, inspecting the hyper-wave bomb he’d lifted off the security guard that’d escorted him out.

“Rocket.”

He vaguely registered Quill’s voice, but decided it probably wasn’t important. Instead, he turned the bomb around until his claws found the seam. He huffed in triumph, then flipped it upside down and pried off the base.

It immediately lit up and started beeping.

“Mother of—”

Rocket chucked it at Drax, but it bounced harmlessly off his head and rolled to the floor. It glowed briefly, then powered down.

Drax didn’t even wake up.

“Huh.” Rocket crawled out of his chair and snatched up the orb. He bet he could reverse engineer the power core with some of those lame lithium-ion batteries he’d stolen from Rhodey last week.

“Rocket!”

He winced and flattened his ears back against his head. “Geez, what, Quill? You trying to wake up the whole sector?”

“If that’s what it takes to get your attention, then yes.” Quill closed the map he’d been looking at and walked to the front of the ship, stopping in front of Rocket. “Thor still hasn’t shown up, and he isn’t answering his comm.”

Rocket poked at one of the wires and was immediately shocked for his efforts. He swore and shook his hand vigorously, glaring up at Quill. “Yeah, and?”

“And I’d like to leave this planet in one piece, which means on time. We’re not exactly on the hottest terms with the locals.”

Rocket frowned. “I’m sorry, I seem to remember that being Drax’s fault. I don’t see you asking him about electro boy.”

“That’s because Drax is an idiot.”

Rocket snorted and tried to slip past. “Guess that explains why you’re not doing it yourself, either.”

“Rocket.”

“He’s a big guy! He can take care of himself.”

“He is sad.”

Both Quill and Rocket turned as Mantis appeared in the doorway. “I do not know what is wrong.”

Quill gave Rocket his best I told you so look and Rocket crossed his arms over his chest. “I still don’t see why that means I have to go get him.”

Groot, who hadn’t even bothered to look up from his console the entire trip, chose that moment to stare at Rocket with his obnoxiously sincere eyes. “I am Groot?”

Rocket deflated and tossed the grenade at Quill, who yelped and dropped the datapad he’d been holding to catch it. “Use this if things go south before I get back.”

Groot smirked. “I am Groot.”

“Yeah, yeah. I get it,” Rocket said, taking the datapad for himself. He sighed. “I’m the captain.”

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Krylorians are deathly allergic to all forms of alcohol, so that ruled out the normal kinds of places the Asgardian would frequent. Fortunately for Rocket, however, the Milano’s energy sensors are one system he’d managed to get updated before Drax blew his street cred. He tapped in a few commands and the system recalibrates to perform a city-wide search for the weird, low-grade electricity signature Thor always seemed to give off.

The wavelength was nowhere to be found in the city, but widening it to include the nearby geography quickly solved the problem.

“Hey Quill,” he said into his comm as he grabbed a jetpack from the Milano’s storage, “How long do you think you can delay that take off for?”

“How long do you like living?”

Rocket didn’t bother responding. Quill was an idiot, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t good at bullshitting excuses.

He exited the Milano and flew to the outskirts of town, keeping an eye on the map. It took him twenty minutes to approach the location, mostly because of the rain, and Thor’s marker didn’t move the entire time.

He knew Thor got moody around the anniversary of the snap—who didn’t—but that was reversed now and anyway, that date wasn’t for another three months.

He finally found the Asgardian sitting on the edge of a rocky outcrop, his legs hanging down and hands folded in his lap, looking out over the coastline. Rocket landed next to him, rain water soaking his fur and dripping onto the hard surface. Thor smiled in greeting.

“Rabbit!” The man spoke with the level of exuberance he reserved for when he was feeling truly miserable. “How goes your quest for the finest technology this side of the galaxy?”

“Not so great, actually,” Rocket said, hiding under one of the larger rocks and shaking off. "We kinda need you back at the ship.”

“…Ah.” Thor made no move to get up. “A shame, really.”

Rocket was still trying to de-clump his fur. “What? You got something against being dry?”

“No.” A chuckle, likely at the expense of Rocket’s struggling. “But nothing against being wet, either.”

Rocket gave up and stepped back into the rain, and noticed Thor was rotating something between his fingers. “What’s that?”

Thor blinked in surprise and looked down, as if he himself had forgotten the item.

“This is Yggdrasil,” he said, carefully placing it in Rocket’s palm so the raccoon could get a better look at it. “The great tree of life, out of which Asgard was grown.”

Rocket turned the figure from side to side. It was small, barely bigger than his own paw, and felt like Terran marble. The trunk of the tree fused into the bottom of a cylindrical city ringed with mountains, and three branches curved up and around its base to form a domed top. In the center of the city rose the spire of a magnificent palace, and out of that, the rest of the tree: nine branches in all.

Rocket handed the carving back. “Asgard, huh?”

“Mm. It was the crown jewel of the Nine Realms.” Thor looked at the tree, then tucked it away in one of the pouches on his belt. “Home of the first root of Yggdrasil.”

“Seems fancy.” Rocket curled his tail under him and sat down beside Thor, though his legs weren’t quite long enough to hang off the edge. “They just called my planet Halfworld.”

“Oh, I’m sure it was a very whole planet in its own right. Not anywhere near as impressive as Asgard, but still.”

“No, that was literally its—look, nevermind, that isn’t the point.”

The planet’s sun was beginning to set, casting the sky into deep shades of green, blue, and purple—a sharp contrast to the pale yellow of the day.

Thor sighed. “This place reminds me of my home.”

“…You sure?”

Thor laughed and clapped Rocket on the back, nearly hurling him off the ledge in the process. “My apologies, Rabbit! I forget sometimes that you, too, have seen Asgard.” His countenance fell. “But it is not merely the geography that makes up a place.”

Rocket’s eyebrows knitted together and Thor smiled. “My father said that to me, right before Ragnarok.”

“A what rock?”

“It’ll be six years tomorrow, actually,” Thor said, continuing as if Rocket hadn’t spoken. “Six years since I had to destroy my homeworld.”

Thunder cracked in the distance and Rocket suddenly wondered if the rain wasn’t just by chance.

“There are much more important things to mourn, of course. Mostly people. Lots of those.” Thor shrugged. “Still.”

Rocket shifted. His fur was completely soaked through, and the sunset meant the temperature was dropping. Quill probably needed them back to the ship as soon as possible.

But he was the captain.

“You said this place reminds you of Asgard?”

Thor looked at him in surprise. “So it does.”

“Gotta say I can’t see it, but, you were there longer, so.” Rocket leaned back on his paws. “Explain it if you want.”

The smallest of smiles appeared on Thor’s face. He turned towards the violet-coloured sea, watching the waves crash into the coastline. “It’s true that the appearances aren’t very similar. I’m sure you’re correct about Krylo being technologically advanced, but stylistically they seem very lacking.”

“Harsh, but continue.”

Thor laughed, and took in a deep breath. “It’s not about the visuals at all, really. It’s in the way the air feels.”

Rocket frowned. “The… air.”

“Indeed, Rabbit.” He closed his eyes. “There’s a certain… taste to it, almost. Fresh and crisp. Metallic, though not badly. The barest touch of salt from the sea.”

“Sounds like you knew the place pretty well,” Rocket said, thinking of his own distorted memories. “Shame I didn’t get to see more of it.”

A hopeful look appeared in Thor’s eyes. He rose to his feet, offering a hand to Rocket. “Perhaps I could tell you more on our journey back?”

“Better than listening to Quill whine, so sure.” Rocket accepted the hand and climbed up onto the man’s shoulder. “What was this Asgard of yours like.”

Thor thought of the palace, its golden spire glistening in the moonlight, even as the heart of the city cast its own light from below. The churning waterfalls at the edge of the world he and Loki had explored as children, always with the careful eye of Heimdal guarding them. Sunlight streaming through the great, gilded archways that had been so lavishly sculpted as his people bustled through. Lignonberry jelly on toast, shaved salads with dulse at the evening náttverðr, his mother’s pönnukökur for breakfast. Snøsøte blooming in the mountains, its rich, deep-blue petals stark against the fresh white snow.

Thor smiled, and twirling his hammer, launched both of them into the air.

“It was beautiful.”

#fictober19 #tw:grief #thor odinson #rocket raccoon #mcu fanfic #thor fic #fanfiction #yes that really is the name of rocket's homeworld #memsfic

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whatmack · 6 years ago

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am now considering mattneil because of you. it sounds so soft im pleased

this brings me so much joy anon I love THEMMatt is Neil’s no. 1 fan amazing spectacular incredible Neil lets Matt help him instead of spitting on his shoes fantastic beautiful you know they hug all the fUCKING time

Matt’sthrown himself into the ring—sans actual ring—enough times forNeil and the other Foxes that it doesn’t occur to Neil that he’s never seen himactually box. When Randy Boyd shoutsfor her son to come up and go a few rounds with her, Neil pauses the treadmilland wanders over to watch.Neil is mooching off Matt’s gym membership while he visits, not wanting to riskgetting out of shape even if he’s only here a week. Matt had warned him thathis mother would be visiting as well, a weekend between press events, andspending the night in an apartment with a woman he’s met only twice is mediatedby the presence of Matt and Dan, who Neil trusts as close to unconditionally ashe can for anyone besides Andrew.Boxing holds no interest for Neil aside from self-defense. The correctionsRandy calls out as she and Matt circle each other fly over his head. There’ssomething Kevin-like about her nitpicking, though she smiles more, and Matthangs back instead of immediately trying to shove her against the ropes as hewould Kevin. Instead he adjusts his stance and waits until his mother leaves anopening even Neil can see to attack.Randy dodges easily and gets Matt in the side of the helmet with a triumphantlaugh. Matt shakes his head, shoulders tilting the way he does when he grins,and rocks back over his feet. He is considerably taller than his mother, has tobend his knees almost into a squat to reach her, but Randy proves that her titlesare rightfully won as she ducks and weaves and lands strike after strike on herson’s unprotected torso. Neil watches Matt anxiously for signs of injury. Hemay not know shit about boxing, but he does know that being punched is somethingthat hurts.“Ma, come on,” Matt says, after he fails to connect his glove for the umpteenthtime. He’s laughing. Randy waves cheekily and sweeps out a leg. Neil’s mostly(?) sure that isn’t a legal move. Matt goes down hard.Thankfully for Neil’s stuttering heart, Matt gets up immediately, groaning.Neil unwinds his hands from the rope he’d grabbed in panic, belated sweat trickingdown his spine, as Matt holds up both hands for a reprieve and sits down rightthere in the middle of the ring to take off his gloves and helmet. His curlsare mashed to his forehead with sweat. He’s still grinning.“Worse than I thought,” Randy says, sitting down next to her son. She too issmiling, and she punches Matt’s shoulder like she’s joking. A hot flare ofanger on Matt’s behalf rises in Neil’s belly. Matt only laughs again, droppingback onto his elbows, abdominals flexing with the effort. He turns his smile onNeil. Lately Neil’s been getting a funny feeling in his chest and stomach wheneverMatt smiles at him (which is often). The anger doesn’t leave, but it does getmuddied up with whatever-it-is, racing around and around until there’s a buzzingknot under Neil’s belly button making him flush all over. It’s kind of like howhe feels around Andrew, but…not. Neil can’t explain it. He wishes it wouldstop. “Don’t be a stranger, come on up,” Randy says. Neil doesn’t want to, but Matt’ssmile gets wider, and Neil finds himself hopping up onto the platform andwiggling under the ropes. He sits down facing Randy, placing himself firmly onMatt’s side. Matt’s sneakers brush the side of Neil’s thigh. He prods Neil witha toe and looks pleased with himself when Neil huffs and shoots out a hand tograb his ankle, keeping it still.“How’s the new cat settling in?” Randy asks, removing her own gloves. The scrapeof her unfastening the Velcro on her helmet covers Neil’s flinch; Matt shoots Neila look that’s half comforting, half guilty.“I told her you guys got a new kitten,” he says to Neil, hitching a shoulder inapology. It’s difficult to be annoyed at Matt when he’s like this, sprawled outand contrite and fixing Neil with big, woeful eyes. “Sorry, I just, you said Icould name him, and…”Neil shifts a little towards Matt so Matt will know he’s not horribly upset andturns back to Randy. “He’s great. We got him his own bowl so he can have differentfood, for baby cats. ‘Drew says he’s going to get fat if I feed him so much buthe was definitely malnourished when we found him, so.”“I’m glad he has you,” Randy says, smiling warmly. Neil can see the familyresemblance, and it throws him for a moment, though Randy doesn’t incite the samesquirmy feeling in him that Matt’s smile does. Thank fuck. It’s alreadyconfusing enough.Matt shuffles around, kicking up echoes where his feet and elbows knock againstthe floor of the ring, until he can lay his head in Neil’s lap. Neil clears histhroat pointedly, but Matt shows no shame and keeps wiggling until Neil relentsand sticks a hand in his hair, stroking. Aside from Dan, Neil’s the only oneMatt lets touch his hair. Though now it’s a clumpy mess from the inside of thehelmet, so Neil can only improve it.Randy is watching them with an expression that’s a little too knowing, all themore disconcerting because Neil’s not sure what it is that she thinks sheknows. He scratches at Matt’s scalp the way he would one of the cats and Matt’seyes flutter closed. Even when he speaks again, he doesn’t open them.“I was thinking, like, I’ve been given unlimited power,” he says. “For thename. So what’s something I can do that will completely fuck—sorry, Mom—thatwould, uh, completely be vetoed under normal circumstances, and then I was like,Neil’s cats already have such wild names, what if I pick something that’s not aname—”“I can’t control Andrew’s reaction,” Neil says dryly.Matt whines. “Aw, babe.”It’s not the first time Matt has called him that. Neil is uncomfortably awareof Randy’s eyes on him as he flushes. “I got every single thing connected toExy thrown out before you or Kevinask, so don’t try those.”“Oh! Matt told me a little about your last game,” Randy says, leaning forward,and the conversation moves on to the current championship rankings. Randy knowsenough that Neil finds himself absorbed, and he’s enjoying himself, despiteeverything. He loses track of time; Randy’s watch beeping jolts him back intohis own body. She grimaces and heaves herself off the floor.“Sorry. Got to meet Bronstein for dinner, I promised him I would next time Iwas in town. I’ll see you boys tonight?”“Yeah, sure, Mom,” Matt says, lifting a hand. Randy’s got that knowing look inher eye again. She points two spread fingers at Neil before pulling up theropes to step under them, striding towards the locker rooms with her glovesthrown over her shoulder.“What was that?” Neil asks. Mattnuzzles deeper into Neil’s lap and doesn’t answer. Funny: in any other circumstance, Neil would swear that Matt was embarrassed.Weird.

#all for the game #the foxhole court #boydsten #matt boyd #neil josten #my fics #randy boyd Been Knew #Anonymous #LISTEN #(once again: no cheating just healthy polyamory)#randy was wearing a sports bra no shirt that whole time but neil's demisexual brain was just like.....damn matthieü #he didn't really register it #neil: let's name the cat after Exy equipment!!!#andrew: no #neil: : ((((((((#part 1 of #I'm not making u eggs

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bookworm-blogs · 5 years ago

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Passing The Torch (Félix Drabble)

Ok I know I don't usually make stuff like this-- or make original things anyway, I mostly repost stuff-- but an idea came to mind and I can't shake it. So, here's a quick drabble on Félix.

Also: I'm a huge fan of "completely deadass brother Félix and dorky sinnamon bun Adrien" so I'll deviate a bit from popular opinion of canon Félix. Idk why, but I have a feeling there's more to Félix than meets the eye.

<_>

"Finally, we did it," Chat Noir panted and shot Ladybug a victorious grin, which she returned with a smirk of her own. Alya, Rose and Juleka-- the trio Punisher-- were now back to their original civilian forms with their purified akumas floating away into the pristine Parisian air. Funny, how even with all the chaos, the beautiful city of love continued to shine brightly and buzz with everyday excitement of normal people.

It was beautiful for such a stressful day.

'I could really go for some lunch right now,' Chat thought with little appetite. Honestly, after the day he had, he wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep; fighting three supervillains was hard enough, but add the drama at home with his surprisingly cruel cousin and a small dose of parental issues, his day was really turning out to be shit.

Chat Noir turned to Ladybug, ready to announce his leave, when his heightened ears caught footsteps approaching them. He turned and found none other than his cousin, Félix, standing there- thankfully dressed in his own clothes this time. His expression was smug and his eyes were knowing as he scanned the two superheroes before him.

"You two make a really good team," Félix observed before directing his gaze to Chat. "Chat Noir, a word please?"

"And why the hell would I do that?" Chat spat. "Haven't you caused enough problems already?"

"I know that, but I have a good reason. I'll tell you if you're willing to listen," Félix told him coolly, and Chat was horrified finding himself listening to him.

"We're not doing this. Come on, Chaton, we're going to de-transform soon," Ladybug said firmly, and as if on cue, both their miraculouses began beeping. Chat Noir swallowed the tension in his throat and looked between the two uncertainly.

Félix was an asshole, that much was obvious, but if Chat Noir knew anything about his cousin, it was that Félix wasn't a man of short-sighted actions. He's meticulous and thoughtful, he always has been. He should be angry at his cousin, furious even, but deep down he only wanted to know what made Félix do the things he did.

"Chat," Ladybug said again.

"Your secret is safe with me, Chat Noir," Félix said unexpectedly, and when Chat Noir caught a good look of his face, he knew immediately what Félix meant.

'He knows I'm Chat Noir.'

"Alright," Chat said, "we'll listen."

Félix shook his head. "No, I want this to be between us," Félix said and shot a meaningful look Ladybug's way.

Ladybug looked like she wanted to argue or even hit something, but she caught Chat Noir's gaze and held it. He shook his head at her and took a step towards his cousin.

"Excuse us, m'lady. We won't be long," Chat Noir told her, and through gritted teeth, Ladybug nodded.

Chat Noir followed Félix down from Chloe's hotel roof and into one of the empty VIP rooms. While Chat Noir closed the blinds and checked for any unwanted viewers, Félix reached for the cheese platter in the mini fridge and took out a small peice of camembert.

Chat Noir's miraculous beeped another warning.

"Nobody's watching. You can change back now," Félix said, and with that, Chat Noir uttered the key words that changed him from a wild looking hero in leather spandex back into the form of a normal teenage boy.

Plagg flew out of the ring and onto the bed with an exhausted sigh. Instead of immediately whining about food, however, Plagg sat up and shot Félix a look filled with disgust, surprise, a little bit of joy, and most obviously, recognition.

"Félix, it's been a while," Plagg said, and the other blond sent the small god an appraising look of his own, though Adrien knew Félix well enough to see relief in his stoic face.

"Hello, Plagg," Félix said. "It's good to see you again."

Plagg scoffed. "You say that now even though you're the one who rejected me," the small feline grumbled, and Félix rolled his eyes.

"For a god as old as the universe you whine an awful lot."

"As if you have any room to talk, you jerkface."

"Okay, okay, hold up," Adrien interfered and sent both parties immensely bewildered glances. "You know each other?"

"Yes, we do," Félix said, and Plagg huffed unhappily from his place on the bed. Félix glared at the kwami before continuing on. "Around two years ago, I was travelling with my family in Thailand on a buisiness trip when the weirdest thing happened: snake people began coming out of the dirt and attacked several villages.

"Master Fu was wandering the area at the time when he met me, and he gave me the Cat Miraculous to combat against the naga invasion. By using the miraculous, I managed to defeat the nagas before they could do any major damage, and for my efforts, I was granted full custody of the miraculous--"

"Which you rejected!" Plagg hissed. "Could you believe this guy? He was given all the power mass destruction could give him and he gave it up!"

Adrien looked at Félix as if he had grown a second head. Félix was his predecessor? He was a Chat Noir, too? Adrien sat down; there was no way he could process his information on both legs.

Félix rolled his eyes. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you are jealous, Plagg," Félix remarked coolly, and Plagg bared his tiny fangs in response.

"I'm not jealous! I was mad! I had to be stuffed away in that cramped box again!"

"Anyway," Félix went on, much to Plagg's frustration, "I told Fu living the life of a superhero wasn't meant for me, but rather, for someone I knew would have not only the ambition to be a hero, but someone who had the strength to keep it up. I told Fu to go to France and look for a boy named Adrien Agreste."

"You sent Fu here?" Adrien gasped, and Félix nodded his head. Warmth slipped into his eyes and he managed a true smile completely unlike the serpentine ones he wore earlier.

"When I came back to France, I had to know what was going on. I wanted to check up on you after my aunt... vanished, but I also had to make sure you matched my expectations. So, I pulled every last trick I could think of to get people mad. My ploy worked, and I could never be more proud at how you exceeded all my expectations. You truly are a Chat Noir worthy of Plagg."

Adrien gaped at his cousin, who looked so composed and regal without ever actually trying. Adrien always envied Félix's ability to be the perfect man, and now here he is, trying to imagine Félix in a black cat suit fighting snake men. It was an impossible picture to conjure, and Adrien couldn't help a laugh.

Félix quirked up a thin golden eyebrow. "What's so funny?" He asked.

"I- I just can't believe this. You brought Fu here and you were Chat Noir? Wait, what did you even look like? What was your hero name?" Adrien asked, and Félix's eyebrows shot to his hairline. He looked stunned for a moment, then he almost seemed to lift his chin higher.

"I looked a lot like you do, actually. Though I had a bigger bell and didn't look anything like a stripper," Félix said proudly, and Plagg guffawed in joy.

"You kidding? Of all the Chat Noirs I've had, none of them had a more sinful outfit than you did. I don't know what your deal was with those thigh-high stripper boots but--"

"PLAGG!"

Adrien lost it. He fell on his side, wheezing while Félix's cheeks burned red in shame.

"IT'S NOT FUNNY, STOP LAUGHING!" Félix shrieked, and Plagg floated over to his side and took the camembert out of his hands.

"Good going, Dark Knight, you broke him," Plagg remarked, and Adrien wheezed even louder.

"Wait, YOUR NAME WAS A BATMAN REFERENCE??"

"IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MENACING!"

Plagg took a big bite out of his camembert as he watched the two cousins shriek at each other. He could easily imagine the two growing up together as closely as true brothers, and he was relieved to see that most of the bad blood between them was forgotten, at least for now. If they had come to hate each other after all this, Plagg would be put in an awkward situation.

In Thailand, Félix was a sight to behold; he had the grace of a butterfly with the fury of a panther, and with every village he reclaimed from the nagas, the more potential Plagg saw in him.

Félix was, without a doubt, one of the best Chat Noirs he's had, even if it was for a brief time, but he could never measure up to the hero Adrien was bound to grow into. Times were undoubtably going to get tougher for Adrien, but Plagg knew Adrien was ready for that kind of commitment.

Not all heroes wear capes, but some do wear ridiculous bells.

#miraculous ladybug #mlb #miraculous #chat noir #Félix #Félix drabbles #writing #Adrien Agreste #félix agreste #S3 #Season 3 #Spoilers (kinda)#i know the chances of this happening are low but i love reading fan material about these two together and I wanted to join in on the fun

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anonymouslyadmired · 5 years ago

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Runaway... Groom?

Summary: Cristiano gets pre-wedding jitters to the extreme and he feels as if he has no where to turn so he leaves... His own wedding.

*****

Cristiano stared at himself in the mirror, his fingers frantically tapping his sides. He examined himself carefully and thoroughly, nitpicking every little thing about himself. It was as if everything that could be wrong was wrong to him, the suit he was wearing wasn’t his first choice, nor his second, or third but seeing as he was short on time and had procrastinated the entire wedding planning process he didn’t have much time than to go with this. And to make matters worse he nor James agreed on the flowers they should have used for their wedding, Cristiano wanting an orchid boutonniere, but James wanting carnations for their lapel pins. Neither one won the argument so now they had basic roses on their lapels. Cris huffed and let his eyes wander over himself again.

He bit his lip as he noticed how much leaner he was intending to be on their wedding day. All those days of training now taking their toll on his body. His suit had to be fit to this body just yesterday as he’d lost weight. He tilted his head and turned slowly. Letting his eyes drift downwards towards his legs. The pants legs seemed too big, they weren’t as perfect as they should be.

“Cris?” The knock at the door startled him and he jumped slightly, turning towards the door.

“Yes?”

“15 minutes before you have to head down to the aisle. The officiant is waiting for you. I’ll be there to help you with last minute touch ups.” Georgina, their wedding planner and best friend told him through the door. Her footsteps echoing away as she walked away.

Cris gulped and looked at the clock quickly, 15 minutes. 15 minutes and he’s going to be standing in front of the love of his life getting married to him. 15 minutes and he’s going to be become a husband. A HUSBAND.

He wiped a drop of sweat off his forehead, turning away from the clock and mirror. He stumbled towards the nearest bin as he felt the butterflies in his stomach turning and making him nauseous. He felt a tear slide down his cheek as he spilled the remaining contents of his stomach into the black trash bag. The sweat on his forehead was in full force, so much so that he had to grab the napkin from his pocket and wipe his face off.

His mind was chaos, every pure and happy thought he’d ever had about the wedding now turning black and cold. What if he wasn’t ready? What if James discovered something about Cristiano that he didn’t like? Would they be that couple that would divorce right away? Or worse, would they be that couple that should have gotten a divorce a long time ago but chosen to stay trapped in a failing marriage. Cristiano held himself as he slumped on the floor.

The people downstairs were surely having a good time, they must be excited and sitting in their seats just waiting for Cris to come down. They’d probably all gotten the pair wonderful gifts and are ready to share the rest of the night with them happily.

Cris cried softly as he felt nothing but shame, shame because he knew that the people downstairs would probably be angry with him for being this way right now. God, if only James could see him right now, he’d probably change his mind in a heart beat and not want to marry him. Cris was weak.

He hated himself for being like this, crying on the floor just 10 minutes before he was to be married. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, he sniffled and wiped at his face again and grabbed his phone.

from: James <3

Can’t wait to see you <3 bet you look handsome xx

Attached to the message was a selfie, James smiling into the camera, Cristiano’s mother right beside him. Cris stared at the screen and quickly locked it. The butterflies in his stomach now furiously flying around. He felt more tears slide down his cheeks. He couldn’t do this. No. There was no way. He couldn’t get married. Not like this.

He stood up on wobbly legs and wiped his hands on his pants. He held his breath as he quickly ordered an uber to the venue. The uber was nearby and was on its way. Cristiano let out a sob as he slipped out of the door. The corridor was luckily empty as he tiptoed his way down stairs and out a secret door. He held in all of his tears until he’d seen the uber pull up. His phone beeped again as he’d began walking towards the car.

from: James

5 minutes baby! im so excited!!

Cristiano couldn’t hold it in anymore as he cried, he held himself as he crawled into the car. He told the uber his destination and turned his phone off for the rest of the duration of the carride. James was going to hate him for this.

*****

James quickly fixed his bowtie in the reflection one last time before walking out of the door. He was met with a very frantic looking Georgina.

“What’s wrong? Is everything alright?” He asked but before he got an answer she pushed him back into the room. “Gio?”

“James,” She started and ran her hands through her hair. She took a shaky breath and closed her eyes, “I need you to stay calm okay? I’m going to fix this.”

“Fix what?” His heart began pounding at her words, had something gone wrong?

“Cristiano’s missing.”

James felt his heart drop and shatter into a million pieces.

“He’s what?” His voice was choked off as he felt as if he could break down right now. His palms were sweating and he felt his legs feel like they were going to give out.

“It’s okay, it’s okay James. I’m going to find him.”

“It-It’s.. No, it’s.. No. Not okay. It’s not okay Georgina!” He couldn’t help it as he stuttered, his outburst was far from quiet. He felt a few tears spring up in his eyes as he knew that this day, this perfect day, the day of his wedding, was already beginning to fall into ruin.

“James-”

“Did you check the bathroom? Maybe he-he got sick or something?” James whimpered as Gio stared at him with sympathetic eyes.

“I checked everywhere in his room, the bathroom, the closet, i even checked downstairs in the kitchen and office. I don’t know where he is.” She whispered and James sobbed, beginning to fold over into himself. “But I’ll find him, i swear to you I will.”

James shook his head as he quickly grabbed his phone from his pocket, his hands shaking as he went to Cristiano’s contact. He tried calling him but it wouldn’t go through. As every attempt to reach his fiancé failed, he felt himself deeper and deeper into panic. Where did Cristiano go? Why did he leave? Why did he choose to leave today?

“M-my calls aren’t going through,” he hiccupped angrily as he threw the phone onto the ground. Not caring about it possibly shattering or not.

“I’m going to go downstairs and tell everyone it’s going to be little while longer-”

“No,” James shook his head and wiped his face off. He wasn’t going to let his family or friends go through that, sit in those pews for god knows how long, it was all or nothing. Always was between the pair so since Cristiano left clearly their wedding meant nothing to him. He told Gio as such but she began to protest.

“No James, I swear. Its going to be fine, I promise-”

“It’s over. Call it off. Wedding is off.” James felt a lump in his throat rise up, stinging painfully as he let the words roll off his tongue. He grabbed his jacket off the lounge chair and staggered downstairs. Tears blocking his vision as he practically raced to his car. He needed to go home. He needed to go somewhere safe. Where he could be okay.

*****

James pulled into his and Cristiano’s home, he’d spent a good few hours prior just driving around the city mindlessly, crying and shouting at himself in the car. His heart shattered into a million different pieces. He felt broken as he walked up the pairs shared homes steps. He didn’t bother turning the lights on as he walked through the house. He stopped by the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine from their rack and a glass from the cabinet.

A day like this deserved a night like this. Many nights like this actually. His feet pattered up the stairs to the bedroom. He kicked his shoes off as soon as he got to the top step and made his way to the room. As soon as he opened the door and seen who was sitting on the very bed that he was planning on sleeping on his heart dropped.

Cristiano.

The other man stared at him with wide doe eyes, dark bags and tear stained cheeks adorned his face. Neither of them said a word but as soon as Cris opened his mouth and began to slide off the bed James felt anger build up in him. Pure, red, hot anger and embarrassment.

He didn’t think much as he threw the glass in his right hand straight towards the older man. The glass shattered off the wall as Cristiano ducked away just in time. Cris raised his hands in surrender quickly.

“James-”

“I hate you!” James shouted as he slammed the wine bottle down onto the dresser in the room. He grabbed the next thing he could find, which was a dog statue and threw that at the other man. Cris, again, ducked away.

“Let me explain-!”

“Explain what?!” James cried out as he continued to grab things, throwing them at Cris. “How you ran away? How you couldn’t fucking pick up my calls?! How you chose to embarrass not only me but Georgina in front of our families?!”

The words were loud and clear in the room, both men now crying. One in anger and one in deep sadness.

“James,” Cristiano whimpered as he ducked away from the lamp that got thrown at him. “Please just let me talk.”

James shook his head furiously as he turned, already leaving out of the bedroom door. He could hear Cristiano chasing after him and he tried to run but Cris caught him. Pulling the younger into his chest. James sobbed and fought against Cristiano’s hold, struggling in vain as Cris shushed him. He grabbed James hands in his own as he practically wrapped himself around the younger. James whimpered and whined as he fell limp, letting himself slump back into the other man.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry James, I’m sorry.” Cristiano’s mantra was whispered into his ear over and over. James only noticed now that Cris was also crying. His head was buried into his shoulder, tears soaking his button up.

“You-you left me Cris, you embarrassed me.” James choked out, sobs still wracking his body.

“I know, I know James and I’m so sorry. I never meant for this to happen.” Cris cried softly into his shoulder, his words muffled. They slid onto the ground, onto their knees. James opened his eyes as he stared down at his tears dripping onto the carpet beneath them.

“Why?” He asked, his voice shot from all the crying and shouting he’d done.

Cristiano took a shaky breath before answering, “I’m a coward.” His words floating in the air, James didn’t say anything so he continued. “It was, just everything, it was all too much. It was like I felt suffocated, I felt like I was wrong. Like I didn’t fit in. I was wearing this god awful tux that didn’t match yours, I was too skinny for it even, I didn’t have my vows written and-and I just couldn’t do it. I wasn’t ready.”

James gulped as Cris was explaining everything that he thought and felt. He couldn’t help but feel angry, but he also didn’t want to push Cris away any more than he’d already done, so he listened. He listened to every word that Cristiano had to say and felt a bit of sympathy swell up in him. He didn’t know any of this.

“You never told me Cris,” James whispered and he felt a few more tears soak into his shirt as Cristiano nodded.

“I was afraid you’d leave me if I ever told you about this, that you’d decide you’d want someone else that would be ready for marriage. I hate myself for not being perfect for you.” He whispered and James let a few more tears fall at that.

“You don’t have to be perfect for me Cris, I love you for you.” James slowly turned so he was facing Cristiano. “I wouldn’t have left you if you’d told me you weren’t ready. All you had to do was grab me and shake me a bit and tell me ‘hey slow down I need a bit more time’,” He giggled wetly and Cris smiled a little. “I would have understood.”

“I was scared,” Cris mumbled and James leaned forward pressing his forehead against Cristianos.

“You’re my fiancé Cris, you can tell me anything. I love you and always will.” James took a deep breath before grabbing Cristiano’s hands in his. “And if you still want to marry me then this time we can do it right. We’ll plan, like properly plan, the whole thing. We don’t have to rush it, we don’t even have to get married soon. I’ll wait for you Cris, for however long as you want, I just want to marry you someday.”

Cristiano sobbed as he quickly reached forward, pulling James into him. James let himself curl up in Cris’ hold. “Of course I still want to marry you, I do. I love you so so much.”

“I love you too.” James pulled away enough to kiss Cristiano gently. Their hearts slowly mending as they continued to hold each other in a tight embrace. They might not have gotten married today, but they would someday. And that’s all that mattered.

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thethespacecoyote · 6 years ago

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I want the dirtiest hottest abo Rhack you can even think of with as many tropes as you can fit in there

I had some fun writing this c; rhack and also multiple/rhys, plus my favorite pollen related trop c;

Jack shouldn’t be able to even feel jealous.

He’s the king of Hyperion, richer than anyone in the galaxy, a man with unimaginable power clenched tightly in his fist. There’s nothing he can’t have if he wants it.

And yet here he is, standing on one side of the glass wall separating the observation deck from the exam room, his arms crossed tight around his chest and his fist clenched as he resists barreling through the door and breaking up the—

—the well—

—screw it. The orgy that’s going on before his very eyes.

Most of the men in the room are soldiers, members of Jack’s personal army that had been sent down to investigate one of the old Atlas biomes for anything salvageable. For their trouble, they’d gotten doused with the pollen of one of the many weird plants—the Pandoran Spitting Tansy, as Jack knows it from the scant mission reports that he had received—and been reduced to what could only be described as a feral state.

The soldiers are a mix of alphas and betas, quarantined for their own safety and the protection of the rest of Helios until the pollen works its way through their systems. Jack’s analysts have already picked apart the blood samples of a few of the soldier’s, isolating the samples and determining the lifespan of the active ingredients in the pollen. These—effects—should resolve themselves within a couple of hours.

However, that doesn’t make it much easier to watch for Jack, considering the soldiers weren’t the only ones impacted by the plant.

A thready cry cuts through the glass, sound muffled but nonetheless prickling on the back of Jack’s neck. He scowls, watching as one of the bulky soldiers manhandles a tall but slight little omega onto the provided couch, sinking inside his ass with one long, hard thrust.

Rhys had been the one to lead the expedition, eager to poke around the Atlas biome and add more information to the database of his ECHOeye. According to the mission notes, Rhys had been the closest to the flower when it had discharged the pollen, receiving the heaviest blast right to the nose. And it shows, because Rhys has been taking cock after cock for the past hour without any sign of fatigue or pain.

And sure, Jack might enjoy the look on Rhys’ face and the sounds he’s making—there’s no one else in the observation deck but him, as he’d insisted on keeping an eye on things alone—he hates the fact that he’s not the one in there pounding into his omega’s tight little ass. That he’s not making Rhys moan and writhe against the sweat-damp couch. That he’s not the one feeling that quivering hole, or that tight little mouth, or those warm palms against his cock. That these soldiers, these nobodies, get to enjoy his omega in the way only Jack could before.

As Rhys rocks forward with the power of the alpha behind him’s thrusts, two betas that were making out nearby decide to split apart, one of them toddling over to Rhys’ open mouth. He crouches on the couch cushion, grasping Rhys by the hair and urging his lips over the head of his cock. Rhys goes willingly, and his face disappears from Jack’s view for a moment, obstructed by the beta’s hip, as he starts bobbing up and down along his cock.

Rhys’ spine bends towards the bed as the alpha behind him presses a scarred hand onto his back, shoving into him even harder. Jack winces in sympathy but Rhys doesn’t seem to mind, continuing to suck the cock of the beta.

It’s maddening to watch but also hypnotic, Jack has to admit. If he disassociates enough he can almost pretend he’s watching a particular crowded porno, but then Rhys has to let out a noise he usually makes when he’s pinned beneath Jack and rip away the fantasy. The CEO scowls, hunching his shoulders. How much longer will they be like this?

The beta finishes first, pulling out and leaving a long string of come that Rhys chases. Strands drip down his chin, and when the beta finally moves away to chase down his former make-out partner, Jack can finally get a proper look at his boyfriend.

God. Rhys looks so frikkin’ dirty. Even from a distance Jack can tell his eyes are hazy, mouth slack and splattered with come. His usual perfect hair sits in disarray atop his head, making him look younger and cuter and a hell of a lot more vulnerable than he normally does. It tugs at Jack’s heart—and his dick.

Jack grips at his arms, trying to resist the urge to palm himself through his pants. Not that he has much shame when it comes to his sexual appetites, but it feels—weird to jack it to the sight of his boyfriend’s defiling. Maybe if Jack had ordered it, sure, but this is thanks to a freak accident. Rhys isn’t even in his right mind! He would never screw any of these meathead assholes if he were sober.

When the scarred alpha finally comes inside of Rhys, he pulls the omega back to sit on his knot, showing off how wide it stretches his hole like he knows Jack is watching. Rhys’ hole is already pulled so wide, pink from the pressure and blood rushing to his most sensitive bits. The omega whines, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he’s held in the alpha’s lap, come pulsing inside of him and filling out his slim stomach.

A muscular female alpha takes the spot vacated by the beta, blonde hair dipping around her face as she sucks hickeys into Rhys’ chest. Strong fingers dig into his rounded hips as she gets to his nipples, pushing him easily into overstimulated territory. Jack’s eyes widen as Rhys tilts his head back, wordlessly moaning as she leaves his chest bitten and slick with spit before continuing the rest of the way down his body. She licks over the slight swell in his belly before getting to his cock, mouth easily taking the entire shaft inside.

Rhys’ toes curl and he squeaks, held in place both by the scarred man and the woman as she sucks his cock. Jack doesn’t know if Rhys orgasmed when the alpha knotted him but he does now, his eyelids fluttering and eyes rolling as he jerks his groin up against her mouth and comes down her throat.

The pollen reduces refractory periods, so it’s not long before the alpha’s knot starts to soften inside of Rhys. The big soldier leaves him leaking and limp to go and break up the kissing betas, allowing the woman to take over and lie Rhys on his side against the couch. This time she faces Jack, not obscuring the alpha from watching as his omega gets plowed once again.

Rhys grips the couch cushion so tightly Jack thinks it might tear, body overly sensitive both thanks to the pollen and screwing so soon after coming. His pale skin is flushed pink like he’s spent the last five minutes in a sauna, and for a minute Jack worries it might be too much for Rhys’ body to handle, but the sensors attached to his life systems still beep steady on the observation deck.

The woman comes less than the scarred alpha but Jack can still see the way her release fills up Rhys’ belly, rounding it out further with the evidence of her presence. Her knot doesn’t last, though, and as soon as she finishes with Rhys an alpha and beta pair descend upon him and force him against the back of the couch before working both of their cocks inside one after the other.

Rhys scrabbles helplessly against the back of the couch, his legs shaking and barely holding him up as the pair pound inside of him in tandem. Jack’s fist tighten, shaking with a plethora of barely contained emotions—frustration, rage, hunger—as two cocks pound into his mate. Another beta ambles over to the back of the couch to take Rhys’ mouth, and as his shaft slides between the omega’s slack lips Rhys’ own cock spasms weakly against the stained fabric of the cushion, his body limp between the three as they all fuck into him with uneven pace.

It doesn’t take long for exhaustion to start to pick off some of the soldiers, especially those with weaker bodies or lesser stamina. As the pollen wears out they give into their own limitations, passing out on the floor or occasionally atop each other, mid-bang. Jack breathes a sigh of relief, arms starting to unclench, when the scarred alpha from before returns to sit besides Rhys, who has just started lazily sucking off a reclining, half-asleep beta. Others amble around, as if indecisive, caught between continuing to screw and giving in to rest.

Jack figures he can hold out just a little longer—at least until the scarred alpha’s teeth get a little too close for Rhys’ neck for his liking. Then he snaps, slamming his fist against the control panel and opening up the door into the quarantine.

“All right, bozos, off! Get off of him!” Jack roars as he stalks into the room, waving his gun around for good measure. He can almost smell the aggressive scent radiating off of him, warding off the other alphas and betas even with the thick stench of sex solidifying in the air, pushing them away from his Rhys. Most take the hint and back off, the exhaustion finally hitting the remainder as the pollen’s effects start to properly wear off. But the scarred alpha doesn’t seem to get the frikkin’ hint until Jack waltzes on over to him and snaps the barrel of his gun across his temple.

“That means you, knothead,” he snarls, hand shooting to grasp the alpha by his meaty throat before he could challenge Jack with a growl. His fingers press inwards, seeking the fleshiest, weakest parts around the windpipe, until the alpha releases Rhys’ hips with a tight gasp and falls away from Jack’s hand, limp and bleeding over the arm of the couch.

Rhys whimpers at the sudden loss of the cock inside of him as Jack shoves it out—an impressive feat, even with the alpha’s knot dying down—and tosses Rhys onto his back.

“Uh…” Rhys makes weak, animal noises as Jack straddles him, eyes still clouded with lust. His body shakes, fragile, unable to take what he wanted any longer. Thankfully, Jack knew exactly what he needed.

“Greedy little slut, aren’t you?” Jack growls, lifting a hand to trail down Rhys’ chest as the other keeps him pinned by the wrist. Not that Rhys is a flight risk, but Jack feels good holding him down. Re-establishing his control, his right to the omega.

“Taking so many knots like that…just couldn’t get enough, huh? Even now—“ Jack presses his hand lightly over Rhys’ stomach, feeling where it rounds out slightly, “—you’re still needy, aren’t you? Still need the one cock that matters above all others?”

He applies pressure gradually, jealousy finally ebbing as he looks down between their bodies to see the traitorous come of the others leak out from between Rhys’ abused cheeks. The omega moans softly at the loss of fullness, but Jack quiets him with a brief but deep kiss.

“Aw, don’t cry sugar,” he coos when he pulls back, licking his lips, “I’ll give you something better in just a moment.”

Jack should probably move, get Rhys back to his penthouse, maybe wash the other, filthier scents off of him, but he’s so hot and horny right now that he needs to be inside Rhys. He almost feels like he’s heading into a rut with the sudden spring of sweat on his forehead and the pulsing in his groin as he unzips his pants and pulls out his cock. He gives it a couple testing strokes, watching come pearl at the tip, before grabbing Rhys’ hips and shoving his dick inside.

Even as strung out and weak as he is Rhys still keens when Jack drives all the way inside of him, his fingers fluttering in useless clenching movements as the alpha starts to pump his hips. Rhys feels loose and wet around his cock but tightens up just right when Jack drives into his sensitive gland—knowing exactly where it is, unlike the clumsy creeps who’d been screwing him before. Rhys tosses his head to the side, completely lost in pleasure even though surely the pollen must nearly be out of his system by now, unless it affects omegas more strongly—

Jack arches over Rhys and presses his lips frantically to the omega’s lips, claiming them with little bites until they’re worried even redder than they were. He lets his hips do most of the work, humping against Rhys’ ass as he digs his now free hand into the omega’s hair, wrenching it back to bare his creamy neck—right where the other alpha had almost bitten him.

Jack sinks his teeth into Rhys’ flesh when he can no longer contain himself. The smell of blood cuts through the fog settling over his brain, and he’s probably missed Rhys’ bonding gland but it’s fine, his hips snap forward and then he’s coming, flooding the omega’s insides with come and swelling his now flaccid belly out as they knot together, Jack’s cock swelling to fit perfectly inside Rhys’ stretched hole.

Jack wipes his mouth as he lifts his head, catching his breath. Rhys’ blood tastes tangy on his tongue.

He looks down at the omega to find Rhys watching him from under heavy lids, red-rimmed eyes just barely visibly and glistening with emotion. His fingers twitch and Jack instinctively moves their hands to lace together, feeling his lover’s calming heartbeat in his palm. He raises the knuckles to his lips in a kiss, leaving a small print of blood on the skin.

“You’re mine…” Jack mumbles, the sound half-lost into Rhys’ hand and his own clumsy lips. But Rhys seems to understand because he smiles, trusting, and lets his eyes fall shut the rest of the way and his body finally slacken in proper sleep.

Jack keeps him close, holding his hand and stroking his hair, until the point where his knot shrinks back to its normal size. Then, he wraps Rhys up in his jacket and exits the quarantine, sealing the door shut behind him and leaving his researchers to deal with the mess.

Jack has more important things to tend to.

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