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zygmunt mazur;

looking, sounding, and acting as he did, it wasn’t often that a guy wanted a go at dom’s backside. but it still happened. especially in his earlier years. “been a minute, might need a reminder,” he shot back, with just a hint of a smirk.

reading doug’s body, the position shift, the wind-up… “oh, fuck.” dom turned as soon as the ball left doug’s hand, glancing back to watch it soar in that long, practiced arc. “move, come on, move!” dom bellowed to a gaggle of unsuspecting freshman – he dipped to the right to dodge the group, using his long arm as he jumped to palm the ball, but he went down for it. his legs were pumping hard enough that he rolled a bit on landing, but the ball was tucked into his chest. flat on his back, he held the ball up for doug to see. “–and we don’t even have football here,” dom shouted to doug, laughing a bit.

doug felt a little guilty when dom had to scurry after the ball to catch it but watching the other student skillfully chase after it dulled that feeling. a snort of amusement blown out of his nose when dom landed on his back to catch the football. doug offered the group of freshman a vaguely sheepish smile as he jogged over to the other. “ a catch like that, maybe we should consider getting a team together... ” he remarked with a soft laugh. his hand offered up to help pull dom back to his feet. “ —could be co-captains and show all the newbies how to properly handle balls, yea? ” dom joked. his schedule already far too crowded to take on another obligation.

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There’s nothing more relaxing to Lex than a pool empty of other people. No other students or distractions to be found in the water, just him and however long his muscles can withstand taking him from one side to the other and back again. It’s great practice for the team, and his body ached in the most pleasant way by the time he finally got out of the water. Of course, his current good mood doesn’t last long when he returned to the locker room to find his change of clothes missing. Having been involved in the hazing of plenty of fellow students, Lex wouldn’t be surprised if this was some form of payback.

   “ —hey, you see who took my clothes...? ”

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zygmunt mazur;

rugby underhands were different enough from football overhands for dom to have to learn the latter…enough to get along with the football players, at least. “no joke.” dom chuckled, remembering his own early fling. “felt way better, though. didn’t hit as hard, either.” the ball flew again, and dom tried to relax when he caught it.

when the blond pitches, dom’s brows go up. “been here three years, doug.” this time, he beams it right to doug’s chest. “dom, or zig if that’s weird.” he’s more amused, than anything. “you’d think a guy would be known by now. maybe I’m just that good at staying out of the spotlight.”

doug let slip a hearty laugh at dom’s response. his lips curled up in a beaming grin as he recalled his own flings, at least the ones that were actually memorable. “i don’t know... i think they can hit it pretty hard, just not in the face,” he retorted, blue eyes bright with a glint of mirth. 

doug caught the ball as it was thrown straight at his chest and huffed out. “nah, don’t take it personally, dom... i’ve been here three years myself. freshman year is a bit of a blur and the rest of that time was spent with my nose to the grindstone. not a lot of time to remember faces,” he shrugged. and this time when he threw the ball back it was with enough force that dom would have to chase after it a bit. 

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oliver murdoch;

oliver had to grant lex a soft chuckle. it wasn’t a secret that the other male’s father was a ceo for one of the world’s largest companies. given that exact fact, it was a very strong possibility their fathers actually knew one another.  “ okay, so blend in , ” he reiterated. he really did want to try more things. exciting things. he was sick of always trying to be perfect. his little anxious slip up just before was simply his fear of failing which he always carried around with him. “ i can … – yeah … i can do that. “ he adjusted himself on the bar stool and looked around. almost everyone in there had a drink in their hands. that was clearly the first step. “ could you … order for me ?? i’ll have … that . ” he nodded at the older male’s glass. “ whatever that is. ” 

lex offered the other student a lopsided grin and a friendly pat on the shoulder when the guy tried his best to relax. the nervousness was cute and unlikely to get them caught given the crowd of the bar, but lex was curious to see how oliver acted when in his element. “it’s just a beer, nothing too strong...” lex remarked as he waved down the bartender. a second glass slid in front of the other student soon enough. “that’s on me... so, ollie, what’d you come to adams university to study?”

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I heard a rumor that your daddy issues extend well into the bedroom.

send a rumor

   Lex offered up a rather dry, unimpressed snort and kicked his feet up. When it came to rumors, the ones concerning possible daddy kinks had to be the most cliche and common on the campus of Adams University. “ If that's your roundabout way of asking if you can call me daddy in the bedroom, then yea... Sure. ”

            “ — did someone say I could call them daddy in bed...? ” Doug curiously interrupted as he poked his head into the room.

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put a rumor you heard about my muse in my ask and they'll confirm or deny it.

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zygmunt mazur;

dom’s pace was relaxed as he moved from building to building. he’d walked the same paths for long enough, even going slowly, he’d usually arrived early enough. when the ball flew at him, dom palmed it, tucking it into his side by force of habit. looking around, he found the source, but only when the guy called out to him.

“got an hour or two,” he offered back. his arm went up, ball in hand, elbow a right angle, before he sailed it back over. he almost sent it underhand, but the first throw was the american way. “you gonna make me run for it? I kinda don’t wanna make someone’s first experience here a ball in the face.”

doug caught the ball with ease and gave the other student a broad grin when he took him up on his offer. he had never been invested in football but it was a contact sport that provided the best back and forth opportunities, and that was something doug could get behind. “ i wouldn’t worry about that. most guys’ first experience here is taking balls to the face, ” he retorted with a sunny laugh. his arm cocked back so that he could toss the ball back with ease. 

his own freshman year had been a blur of parties and quickies, none of them very memorable. doug made sure no one was behind him and then took a few steps back, putting enough distance between them for an easy back and forth. “ i’m doug, by the way... you new here or...? ” he asked, his eyes roaming the length of the other guy as he tried to place his face. 

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ben thornton;

Ben is just getting back from a run around the campus. Once in the area of the residence halls he tugs his shirt from his back pocket to wipe his face and removes his headphones. The music isn’t paused, but at least he can hear the world around him now. And very unceremoniously a football is shoved into his hands, as if he’s meant to just toss it around. He looks over at the guy, and honestly if he wasn’t as attractive as he was, he would have thrown the ball directly into the lagoon. And he vocalizes that for the other to hear him.

“Mate, look,” he starts, levelling his gaze. “I’ve got ten minutes before I need to be in the shower to get ready for lecture this aft. You’ve got six of them to shoot your shot. Teach me how to throw the damned thing, I may be in America, but I’m far from American and we don’t exactly have these things across the pond.”

Doug may have made his decision on who to toss the ball to based on just how shirtless the guy was. It seemed like the easiest way to get him to slow down so Doug could properly appreciate the view as he chewed on his bottom lip. “ Alright, just call me Professor Glass for the next six minutes then, ” he laughed. And then reached out to loosely grab the other’s wrist and tug him a little closer. “Okay, so, you want to hold it like this...”

Doug settled his hand over the other’s and showed him just how to spread his fingers and clutch the ball. His hand may have lingered for a moment before he took a few steps back. “ —and then just let it roll off your fingers when you go to throw it. You want a good spin to the ball. ” Doug instructed. His head turned to make sure no one was in his way before he clapped his hands together and held them at his chest. “ Show me what you can do... ”

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I thought that I was dreaming when you said you loved me. 

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oliver murdoch;

oliver wasn’t certain how exactly he had managed to agree to sneak out to go to the bar with the others, but the fact was that he was already in the middle of the deed and all he could think about was some off-duty cop noticing the bunch of underage rich kids and ruining everyone’s lives. “ listen , ” he started again; chewing off one of other male’s ears about his ‘reservations’ regarding the whole plan. “ if you get caught , you weasel your way out of trouble with your charm and perfect hair, and no one blinks !! if i get caught , my father pins me to the wall for his smoking buddies to throw darts at. ”

it’s no surprise that lex wound up at one of the local bars with a small group of classmates and was legally the only one old enough to buy a drink. he had never been picky about who he made friends with, and if they happened to be rich, underage and prone to get in trouble then saving their asses was just good for business. “ ...i think we might have the same dad. ” he retorted with an easy grin and dry snort of amusement. “ listen.... oliver, right ? i have an id and it’s not a forgery, so drink... the first step to getting caught is by looking like you have something to hide, man. ”

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[ bob morley, twenty-two ] did you see ALEXANDER TOMÁS’s snap story last night? how do you think he plans to get through his SENIOR year doing stuff like that? i’m sure his parents don’t mind, though. especially since LEX can be so PERSISTENT + OPTIMISTIC. then again, he can be IMPATIENT + CONCEITED, so maybe they will mind after all? by the way, did you know his DAD was CEO OF A FORTUNE FIVE HUNDRED COMPANY? fuck it, at least their son is hot, his FOURTH year is treating him well enough i suppose…

His father called him Xander ( Alexander when he was disappointed in his son ), and his friends called him Lex ( Lexie if he liked them enough to let it pass ). Not that Lex ever had many friends during his childhood. It was hard to make friends when he was being groomed to take over the family company and too busy striving to earn his father’s approval to admit that he hated studying business. His father’s business didn’t interest Lex in the slightest, even if it did allow for all the privileges he was used to while growing up. However, Lex kept his feelings to himself and played the dutiful son.

His father had never planned on having children, the likelihood of it happening had simply been far too slim due to medical reasons. So Lex had been an unexpected and happy accident, but an accident that also came with the cost of losing his mother during childbirth. Which left Lex to be raised by nannies and tutors, while he cashed after his father for the little moments of validation and pride that he could wring out of the man. And that meant dedicating himself to the family company with the same vigor his father did.

It also meant that his years at Adams University dragged by as he learned how to be the idle businessman, callous and calculating. Those traits went against the friendly, people pleaser Lex saw himself as and he made up for it by staying as social as possible when his studies weren’t weighing him down. He had hoped by his senior year that the weight of expectations would have severely lessened, but in fact, quite the opposite happened. Lex could only dread the day he’d have to leave the campus behind and begin actually working for his father. So he decided his last year at Adams University would be the year that he lived it up to the fullest. 

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Doug always did his best to make certain that he had as few classes in the morning as possible and thankfully he only had one before noon this year. Which gave him plenty of time for tennis practice or catching up on his studies before lunch, or just loitering around in the quad and people watching. The last option was a personal favorite of his. After a solitary childhood of homeschooling and wishful daydreaming, Doug never bothered to repress his rabid curiosity to get to know the peers around him. So he strolled the quad’s perimeters, caught up with the fellow classmates he had already gotten to know, and tossed the football in his hands at the first stranger who didn’t seem like they were running around in a rush.

    “ Wanna toss it back to me...? — Figure we can go back and forth until it inevitably hits some freshman in the face... ”

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[ max thieriot, twenty-one ] did you see DOUGLAS GLASS’s snap story last night? how do you think he plans to get through his JUNIOR year doing stuff like that? i’m sure his parents don’t mind, though. especially since DOUG can be so OBSERVANT + CREATIVE. then again, he can be INSECURE + DISOBEDIENT, so maybe they will mind after all? by the way, did you know his MOM is a SUPREME COURT JUSTICE? fuck it, at least their son is hot, his THIRD year is treating him well enough i suppose…

Doug’s mother had his whole life planned out for him before he ever dared to pop out of the womb, and there was nothing that bored him more than that very plan. The boredom hadn’t rolled in with puberty or a rebellious teenage phase, it had always been there. Most of his homeschool lessons during his formative years were spent staring out windows and daydreaming, fantasizing about finger painting and being a rock star. His mother’s suffocatingly strict management of his life created an unavoidable rift between them but he never directly disobeyed the life plans she laid out for him. She was the only family he had, after all.

His father had left before Doug had any real hope of forming lasting memories of the man, chased off by his mother’s neglect and ambition as far as Douglas could tell. That long-survived elephant in the room didn’t help his strained relationship with his mother, and the two had very little in common by the time Doug was eighteen. However, the one thing they did share was a love for tennis. Their matches together were one of the few times he ever caught a glimpse of what his mother was like outside of being Judge Glass. It had been during one of those matches that she informed of his enrollment into Adams University. That match had been their last match together. The final tally between them had been 52 losses and 3 wins for Doug.

The transition from private, well-monitored studies to an academy that provided limited freedoms of choice was not a difficult one for Douglas. In fact, his freshman year was a blurry overindulgence of parties and alcohol and the only thing that kept him from completely losing focus was tennis and art. And the threat of his mother showing up to set him straight. By the start of his junior year, Doug had carved out a purpose for himself at Adams while dreading the day graduation came around and he’d have to return to the life his mother mapped out for him.

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Max Thieriot as Clay Spenser in SEAL Team — Season 2.

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