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Rodolfo/Alejandro

NSFW: Blow jobs

Staring forward in the mission briefing taking notes not expecting anything, and Alejandro gets jumped by his memories again. Looking at Rodolfo a few rows ahead stoping his note taking. Rudy is looking over his shoulder at him, before looking back front. Alejandro looks down at his notes, a blush creeping up their neck. The memory of the night a few weekends ago. Of Rudy, his best friend, on his knees sucking his dick, while the woman Miranda?, is preparing herself for what's to come. How good it felt, how he nearly came down his friends throat, having to sit with the fact that no woman ever blow him as good. The questions of why Rudy is so good at it, he don't dare to ask, they haven't talked a lot since the threesome and people are asking if they had a fight. They havent, yet, probably would make things easier. But, he can't think about anything else, when he's alone with the other it's get unbearable. The harder he trys to push it away the worse it becomes and Rudy absolutely unbothered, as if he sucks the dick of his fellow soilder all the time. The jealousy he that is burning everytime when thinks about the others that Y blow, is stupid, irrational, not needed. The terrible road of acceptance he's not 100% heterosexual is long and he can't get off it because every exit has bisexuality written on it. Its all Rudy's fault, why did he thought that was necessary to do? The shame after jerking of to the memory, how this one night made his life so fucking complicated and wanking off impossible. So he's in a bad mood all the time, hiding away when ever he can get away with it, haven done a embarrassing amount of am I gay quizes. Reading about the Kinsey scale and trying to figure out where his score is, wondering where Rudy is landing. It's eating him alive he has to talk with his best friend about this soon because after they talked things will go back to normal, right? He feels like he is slowly going insane.

Rudy don't understand the curent one-sided conflict with Ale. A constant aura of hostility radiating of his friend. It got so bad he got pulled in a office by a higher up and forced to talk. They fucking ordered him to tell them. So he told a half truth, that they both tried to get with the same woman and that Alejandro didnt got her. The cometary about teenage behaviour nearly made him roll his eyes so hard he risked them being stucked at the inside of his head. He tried to talk with Ale about the night, but they can't even talk about the weather at the moment, so dropping a casual hey so about the blow job I gave you is out the question. So they don't talk and everybody has to walk on eggshells. He feels, eyes burning holes in his back, he don't need to look over his shoulder to know its Alejandro, he does it anyway. The angry stare, is pushing some of his buttons because he dont think Alejandro fucking Vargas can get more attractive. He took what was probably his only chance of having sex with the other, a guy he has a massive crush on for years. Now he has to pretend, that it was a blowing your fellow soilder blow job. Nothing special when it was special to him. He can only hope that Ale is not disgusted by him being bi and ending their friendship what also negatively effect them working together. He focuses on the map of the compound they are about to raid. Seeing the closet on the 2nd floor, fucking ironic to talk about this in a closet right? Trapping Alejandro somewhere is likely the only chance to talk this out, because as soon as the briefing is over Ale will disapear into thin air.

The time they spend in vehicles is to much, also you are trapped in them. Hes fucking trapped for 4 hours in a airplane and he cant avoid his problem. Rudy is sitting next to him, his usall pre drop off nervousness making his legs bounce, but he sat down next to him as if they are not talking with each other for weeks. As if everything is normal and not everyone is looking at them and silently asking themselves why they are so distant. He cant push the talk any longer, how do you even do this? He never had to do that? What do you even say? Thanks you for the blow job, I didnt expect? Do you compliment the skill? He would never do that to a woman, so why to another man? He needs to get some rest, this whole situation is keeping it up at night. Out of habid he is resting his head on Rudys shoulder, before closing his eyes. Not thinking he will really fall asleep, but still taking as much of rest as he can. Not seeing all the eyes on them, not realsisng how the leg bouncing is shortly stopping, before it starts again. Not realising how some of Rudys nervousness is falling of, that he is basiclly saying what happend is not changing how they work together. That he said very much with a little gesture, slowly drifting into a light sleep.

Rudy trys to act like always sitting down next to Alejando as usally. Geeting pre mission jitters and bouncing his legs, but he has to force himself to not pick up the pace. The unsertenty if the threesome is changeing how they work in the field is eating him up. That everyone is predenting to not watching them to figure out the exact same thing is also not helping. The added external pressure that they dont need and Ale dont even seems to realise. They need to talk, so badly this cant keep going, he had weeks to prepare himself to be able to pretend its just a fellow soilder sexual favor trait. He can do this, he is keeping his feelings at bay for years by now, he can keep doing it. Alejandros head is hitting his shoulder. His legs stop, while the realisition is hitting him. Looks like things in the field are not about to change yet. With him starting to bounce his legs again the whole atmosphere is plane is changing, like every one his daring to breath again. He feels the watchful eyes of the others leave them while Ale is totally unaware falling asleep. They are a perfect team in the field and them breaking apart because of a stupid blow job would honestly mortifying. He looks at the captain who is giving him a approving nod.

They finished clearing the floor, starting to look for intel, they are looking through the office close to the staircase. Rodolfo looking through a bookshelve, while he trys to open the drawer at the desk. Failing miserable his hands being shacky and this stupid cheep lock is way to hard to open. Being so focused on the task he dont hear, that Rudy walked up to him. Waiting for him, to finish his work. He hears the click, opens the drawer, filled with office suplies, the next has some documents in them to look over. He puts them on the desk skipping over them, do desite if this is usefull. Suddenly Rudy, who is a head shorter them him, is pressing against his back, his arms catching him in. His heart tries to leave his ripcage.

"We will talk back at base", Rudy is wispering in his ear and Alejandro has to supress a noice, stiffening. He nods and Rodolfo is stepping back. Walking to the next room. Alejandro is slowly dropping to the ground. Holy shit, his brain is already making up scenarious. He takes several deep breaths he need to finish his god damm job and not thinking about being pinned down against the desk. Not to forget he should not think about MEN in a sexual context, let alone his best friend. He schould think about doing that to a WOMAN, if he has to think about it. He looks over the papers again, pushing his inapropiated thoughs away, like always. Push them down, dont think like this, dont think about it, dont FUCKING think about it, familiar mantra by now. He looks at a page, with transaction on them, folding them, before he puts them away in his back pack. Looking for Rudy finding him in a room full of filing cabints, they will spent the rest of the mission in here, fuck.

Rodolfo is looking at the book titels, and folders on the bookshelf not finding anything. He looks over to Alejandro, who trying to pick a lock, his hand unusally shacky. On every other day, this lock would not cause trouble to the other. He fucked up with impusivly blowing his best friend the consequences of his action very visible. He moves towards the desk, waiting for Ale to finish what hes doing. He listens to the raidio, the team on the forth floor is talking about struggeling to get into the server room. Great, at least the other got the lock open. Exposing a few office suplies, before he pulls some papers out. He so easily could pin Ale against the desk right now and he wants to, so god damm badly. A lot of surfaces would, look better with Alejandro Vargas pinned down on, he shakes the train of thougt of, stepping close to Ale. Pressing himself agaisnt the back in front of him, his arms on the desk, caging the other in, so he cant run away.

"We will talk back at base", he is wispering in Alejandros ear, waiting for a response. Feels how the bigger man is stiffening up before he nods. He supresses the want to say good boy, insteat stepping back, to look for intel in one of the other offices. The room behind the door, he has to break open is storing a lot of documents, he keeps the door open so that Ale can help him looking over whats in the file cabinets. The first cabinet he is opening full of personal files. He needs a moment to remember the names of some target persons, before he starts looking over the names. He pulls out one of the files, a potential relativ to a target person. He radios the mission lead over his finding waiting for confirmation. Alejandro walks in the room, going to work on a cabitnet at the other wall. He looks towards the door, Bravo 4.3 and 4.5 already confirmed to walk towards them. He wants to do very inaprobiated thinks to this best friend, but non of them possible to do in the few minutes they have before the rest of the team is showing up. Before the blowjob he could put this thoughts away till he was alone and never on a mission, when there was down time in a save house, get a grip.

They are in Rudies room, to talk. He is so fuckign nervous he has the feeling he wants to throw up, the las time he felt like this was when he tried to join mexican special forces. He sits on the desk, kicking his legs to keep the nervousnessand nee to run out of the room. Rudy looks just as nervous about this as he feels.

"So, you eh do this more often? Like blowing guys." Alejandro is cringing about his own question, great way to start this. To clean up the mess that's sticking to the floor by now.

"Sometimes." The poison of jealousy is mixing in the acid pit that is his stomach. Why is he so god damm jealous about what Rudy does with other man. He likes woman, all these test telling him hes bisexual are wrong. It makes no sense, he can't even pretend its worry of Rodolfo getting caught its ugly venomous jealousy.

"Oh, so eh what does that mean for us?" Alejandro is playing with his hands looking at the floor, not seeing that Rudy is palling the question.

"It was just part of the threesome it dont has to mean anything." Rodolfo answers sounding like he is forcing himself to say this, ungeniuen, but why should he lie.

"I can work with that", Alejandro says looking up, trying to read Rudys face. Cant pinpoint what is going on in the other mans head, the nervousness is not dieing down.

Rodolfo fells his heart shater into shards over what Alejandro said, masking the pain. It meant fucking everthing to him. He selfishly took his chance with the threesome, he should have decliend, should have known it would break his heart, but he was drunk and well, he could satisfy one of his many fantasies of Alejandro. And how he got pulled of when Ale was close, got him a fucking power trip. Knowing that the other liked it. Wanting to do it again. Wanting to bring the others to his knees.

"So you're bi?", Alejandro is asking curiosly, not sounding like he is judging. That's good a few worries fall of him.

"Yeah, but I prefere woman", Rudy lies, needing to atleast save the friendship because he cant lose Alejandro as a friend or learn to trust somebody else to watch his 6. Alejandro is nodding, before he slides down the desk to leave the room.

"So we are cool?" "We are cool." With that Ale is waving his hand, before he walks out the room. Rodolfo is falling on the bed, putting his face in the pillow, screaming into it, tears filling his eyes now that he allows himself to feel the pain. He hopefully saved the friendship atleast, but they are not cool, he is yearning to get Alejandro back in his bed. He cant even fucking wank anymore, because only the memory from that night, this stupid mistake of a night is playing in his mind all the time. How is he suposed to not use his knowledge about Alejandro for this? How his mouth is open a littel bit when he comes, that his eyes fall shut, he throws his head back and bows his back. How he sounds, how he blushes down to his chest, how beautiful he looks blissed out? How cant he not want to see it again? Forget how he wants to make his best friend forget to bite his lips to keep quite? He needs to put some distance between them, to lick his wounds he knows a linger solo mission is lined up. Perfect to get the time and space to get back to normal.

Alejandro dropps down on his bed, trying to get himself together. They talked, nothing changed. Nearly nothing changed but now he knows that Rodolfo is giving other guys blow jobs. This is not sitting well with him, makes him angry and jealous. It is so dumb, why does he even care this much, he only like woman, the blow job was a fluke. Something Rudy just did, because what else should they do while Chiara? prepped herself? It was logical, for them do keep themselves busy, so why is it causing him so much trouble? Also maybe Elena? said it was fucking hot and her pussy dripped, so no harm was done it made the threesome better. Why is this becoming a growing part of his sexual crisis? You can only take that many Am I gay quizes and get the same results, before you have to exept it. Alejandro is not their yet. Rudy said he is prefering woman over man right. So he is basicly hetero, but enjoys dick from time to time. Alejandro is groaning, he needs to stop thinking about this, he is not bi, not even with a preference for woman, he only likes woman. He likes tits, and curvy hips and a ass you can slap, if she is into it. The test must be wrong and the Kinsey scale is nonsence. Push it away, you talked about it, its cleared up now. He pulls up his phone time to watch porn, straigth porn, he havend wanked in a while. He fucking needs it and his head will be clearer after a good heterosexual orgasm. They have no duties tomorow so he can even take his time. He scolls down, looking for someting intressting. He stops at a threesome with two men and a woman, struggeling to scroll past the video. This is to close to home, he can find one with two womand and a man one to watch. He clicks on the video, its just two duds doppel stuffing a woman, what's the harm? Turning the volume down, watching mesmerised. Not touching his dick, just watching. Seeing how actor 1 and the woman are fucking. Hyper analysing everything, the sheets, the positions, the bodys. The third is walking in and he cant keep his eyes of the massiv dick, instead on the fat tits of the woman, that are jiggling with each trust of actor 1. Actor 2 is saying something and he surely will start fucking the womans mouth soon. He is wrong, so fucking wrong. Actor 2 is playing with actor 1s ass. He closes the video, getting of the site, not having the need to jerk off anymore, dropping the phone like it burned him. He feels that he is rock hard, something that rarely happens to him while watching porn. The phone is lying next to him, taunting him, a part of his brain wanting to finish the video. This part is knowing the orgasm will be good, satisfying, mind blowing. Closing his eyes is a mistake, because the memorys are haunting him, of Rudy coming, bitting Maria? in the shoulder to muffel his moan, how sweat is runing down his face and back. How blown his eyes were. Would he bite him in the shoulder? Would Rudy enjoy it as much as that night if it was only him? Would Rudy leave his hips bruised like he did with, maybe Natalie? He looks at his still hard dick then at his phone. He can finish this dumb video and it will mean nothing. He reopens the browser and restarting the video. His free hand slipping down his pants he is so hard he can come before actor 2 is making an entrance. His brain was right the orgasm was mind-blowing. When it happened is irrelevant and this is not damaging his heterosexuality.

Alejandro accepts his defeat while watching a football match with the rest of the team. Rudy still away on his solo mission. Its a rainy day, fall just a few days old. He is finally leaving the highway to hell of sexual crisis, taking the exit to enter bi sexuality city, he is circling for two months by now. He can't denile it any longer his browser history filled with two men one woman porn. And he hates it, he hates this new reality, because that means the flood of dirty thoughts and fantasies he has about Rudy are things he actually wants. Seeing the what is happening in the videos and imaging doing them with Rodolfo? Is now something he wants, he craves, at this point needs. But they agreed it means nothing. So why is his brain not getting it? Why can't he replace his best friend with another man? Is it because he dont have to come up with mannerism and he has memories to go back too? Rudy will return soon and there is no place for any if these thoughts in brain, but he knows it won't stop. The last 2 and a half months teaches him that pushing it down won't bring him anywhere. So what to do? What should he do?! Keeping this his deepest dirtiest secret till the day he dies? He can do that, dint tell don't ask, don't act. Easy right? Right?!?

It is not easy, infact it his the hardest think he ever had to do that is not job related. They are on a break from working the graveyard ship. Rudy is smoking and he can keep his eyes of his lips. Can't keep the knowledge that these lips where around his dick away. Heat is creeping up his cheeks, the blush is slowly taking over his face and he cant blame the cold, it is not that cold yet. Rodolfo is still looking at the distance and Alejandro despreadly trys to do the same. He is doing so fucking well, keeping his dirty thoughts away during the day and only allow them in the middle of the night. It worked, it worked perfectly and then they got the fucking graveyard ship. He already collected so fuck many dirty thoughts and if he would look at the clock he would see its nearly 3 am, the only tome he allows himself these thoughts. He is so busy keeping his brain in check that he dont even notices that Rudy is looking at him. That Rodolfo is seeing his prominent blush. He is pulled back to reality when a hand is touching his forhead. If its possible his blush is getting stronger at this. Rudy is looking at him worried, frowning.

"Everything okey?", Rudy asks and his traitors body still finds blood for his blush somewhere.

"Yes." The other is narrowing his eyes, trying to figure out if he is lying ot not. Alejandro is stammering around trying to come up with a lame excuse. Rudy is slamming one of his hands at the wall next to his head leaning in. Alejandro has his deer in the head lights moment frezzing up, despreadly trying to melt into the wall, nothing. Sure his left site is completely free and he could just use it to get away, but he cant, he's glued to the fucking spot. This best friend watching him carefully, analysing him.

"Fuck this is hot." The thought is slipping out of his mouth and he's done. That's it, its over. Rodolfos face changed from confused, to surprise to knowing. A smirk apearing on his face and he is so fucking hot right now.

"Thinking about my lips around your dick, aren't you? Dirty." Alejandro wants to die on the spot, or the ground to open up and taking him down. He makes a high pitched noice before covering his mouth with his hands, the arousal that is keeping his face red now being replaced by embarrassment, because what elite soilder makes this kind of sound? He's fucked, he is so fucked.

Rodolfo is deep in thought, smoking his cigarette, Ale next to him doing what ever. He pulled himself together over the 3 weeks he was away, his emotions back to around the time before the blowjob. Some days are rough, but he's surviving. He just wants to give Ale a short side look to check in if he wants to go back in. Can watch how his friends face is turning redder by the second. What is going on? He puts his hand on the others forhead, being warm to his touch, but not hot as if Ale is getting sick. Why, what? Its not that cold and they are here maybe 10 minutes.

"Everything okey?" And Rodolfo is not sure if he is imaging that Ales face is getting even warmer to the touch.

"Yes." He never heared Alejandro talk like this. Something is up. The stammering around is the final nail in the coffin Alejandro is hiding something. He uses his hand that is still holding the unfinished cigarette to push the bigger man against the wall, the other is placed next to his head, Rudy has to stand on his tiptoes. He sees the widend eyes of Ale how his breath is getting faster, how the other is pressing himself more against the wall. He looks his friend over, trying to get any hint. In the end Ale is giving him the clue all on his own.

"Fuck this is hot." Uh... Rodolfos brains is trying to processes everything all at ones. What.. oh

OH..

This is happening okey, so but why.

How did they get here?

He is fidgeting with his cigarette and ohhhhh that's how. He can't keep the smirk to himself and he cant keep help but tease the other even if his face can't get more red then it already is.

"Thinking about my lips around your dick aren't you? Dirty." Purring the dirty seductivly. He can't even name the sound Alejandro is making. High pitched, not a whine but also not a wimper he wants more of this sound. Hands are covering Ales mouth and it's so fucking cute. Rudy is pulling closer moving his head towards the others ear being able to hear the gasp Ale is making.

"I know a place, if you want." Keeping his hand on Alejandros hip, wanting to move it somewhere else but also not to come of to strong. He pulls back looking the others face over again. Waiting for a answer, taking a drag from the cigarette. Seeing how Alejandros eyes are following it how they glue to his lips. Fuck he spend the last 3 weeks to tell himself this will never happen and that's fine, that he can be sad, hurt, angry about the fact. To learn he can have it, only a fool would not. A bit more, he needs to push a bit more, but they also have to return soon, graveyard ship don't mean you can slake off to much.

"This time you won't even need to pull me off can cum down my throat." Alejandro is moaning at this, he got him. He pulls Ales hands down, hearing how audible he is breathing now, before he nearly kisses the other. Waiting for the other to close the distance.

Alejandros brain is trying to catch up. He missed several steps from him mindlessly starting at the other to being here. He watches Rodolfo leaning in closer, the breath of the other ghosting over his cheek. Not trying to think about that Rudy has to get on his tiptoes for this, because Rudy feels like he is bigger then Alejandro at the moment.

"I know a place, if you want." If Rudy wouldn't have his hand on his hip he would slide down the wall, because he dont even know what else to do. His brain is stop working for a moment, no new information getting entered. Holly shit. Every synonym for yes is racing through his mind, non making it to his mouth. His body finally moving blood out of his face, but towards is dick is not helping. Rudy is taking a drag from his cigarette and maybe he is to focused how the lips are closing around the filter. Getting to offert these lips around his dick again, honestly Rudy could ask for a lot more and he would say yes at this point. Shit how much time passed since he should have answered?

"This time you won't even need to pull me off, can cum down my throat." Rudy, is unfair knowing excatly what to say, his dick is half hard by now. A moan is leaving his mouth, because he wanted to cum down this throat for a while now. His hands that are still covering his mouth are removed. Rudy is leaning close, he feels the others breath on his lips. He closes the cap, kissing the other. The contact is short, because he hears footsteps coming closer. They are out for to long.

"Next break", is all he says before pealing himself of the wall so nobody sees fraternizing. Two Privates are turning the corner both of them holding their packs in the hand. They are lucky it's not a comanding officer, because 30 minute smoking breaks are not tolerated even on the graveyard shift.

Next break looks like it's never coming, they are currently working on a emergency briefing and scheduling with medical, flight control and the Captian of delta team. Because of course everything is going south when you planned a hook up and the universe don't want it to happen. Rudy is still on the phone with flight control getting the helicopter ready, while Alejandro can play around with a pen while waiting for medical to call back. He pulls up the information they need for the brief, working on that, when he feels a hand on his knee. Rudy taping his finger in annoyance, listening to what ever the other person on the other site is saying. Rudy is looking at him and Alejandro feels pinned down in the chair. The gaze of Rodolfo is so intense the hand squeezing his knee, Rudy is eye fucking him right now. Alejandro bits his lower lip nervously, making the other smiles pleased at his reaction, before he answers a question he got asked on the phone. The hand is moving from his knee to his chin, Rudys thumb swiping over his lip. Alejandro don't even think about it, taking the finger in his mouth loosely bitting down, so that Rudy can pull it back at any moment. Licking over the finger, seeing how Rodolfo look is turning hungry at this. Rudy is continuing the phone call as if nothing is happening and it don't sit right with Alejandro. How can he be ready to drop on his knees to do push this further and Rudy just works like normal, like there's not something wiredly sexual is happening between them. He takes more of the finger in, licking over it covering it with drool and Rudy just looks amused at him, like Alejandor is just playing around. Rudy tries to pull his thumb back, but he is bitting down harder to stop it, getting a raised eyebrow at this, questioning. Alejandro has the feeling he looks like a very stuborn toddler right now in the end letting the finger go, slowly opening his mouth to let the finger go. Rudy is swiping his wet finger over his lips smiling pleased. The call is ending and instead of giving him any information on when Delta can leave to help Epsilon he is leaning in closer, both his hands resting on the armrest of Alejandros chair.

"The moment Delta is in the air, I will drag you out this office and you better know what you want by then Ale." Alejandro is dieing at this nodding along, because he dont think he can form any words right now. A telephone is ringing and Rudy is pulling back. Alejandro is ready to just slide down the chair to the ground because his body feels like jelly right now, instead he answers the phone because they have a job to finish.

Rudy didnt lie when he said he will drag him of. They walked past their office, that should always be filled with one officer. Alejandro dont think he ever was in this part of the administration building before, but Rudy knows where they have to go. Dont think to much about why he knows. Finally Rudy opens a door, pushing him into a unsed office. The door is pulled closet und Rody leaning against it waiting for Alejandro to start speaking. The only thing Alejandro wants to say is the question why Rudy knows this place.

"I...." Alejandro stammers, what causes Rudy to walk towards him. Alejandro steps back till he walks against the desk.

"I.. fuck I want you to suck my dick." Rudy just humms at this, looking at him.

"Hope your willing to return the favour." With that Rodolfo is dropping to his knees. Alejandro hears how his belt is being opend and the sipper being pulled down, blood rushing towards his dick. Rudy is pulling his pants and boxer down far enough to get his dick out, taking the half hard dick in his mouth and starts. Alejandro puts a hand over his.mouth, Rudy may have dragged him off to a secret sex spot at the night-shift but he still don't wants to be to loud. Rudy looks up at him displeased, but also challenging, as if to say oh well try to stay silent. Rudy is not even moving his head, just using his tounge. Licking over what ever he can find. The slit, a thick vein, trying to figure thinks out. Testing a careful use of teeth, getting a whine out of Alejandro, who is using one hand to holt on the desk for dear life, because he knows he won't survive this if Rudy finished his testing. A loud moan is leaving his mouth when Rudy is using his teeth for light pressure right where the head of his cock is ending and is licking over the slit. Rudy is looking up at him, triumph in his eyes, before pulling off.

"You like a bit of pain with your pleasure mhm?" Rudy asks intressted and Alejandro is not sure it that is true, maybe only if Rudy is doing it. He shrugs as answer and Rudy takes him in his mouth again. Rudy is moving his head slowly, getting a feeling for how much he can take in. Alejandro is moving his hand that is still clawing into the desk on Rudys head. Looking down at the other who is not botherd by this, licking the precum of his slit. Alejandro is quickly panting against his hand, that is do littel to muffel his noices, drool runing out one corner of his mouth. What is making Rudy put in more effort into his task. Licking over the vein on the undersite of his dick, using his lips to apply pressure on the tip, circel his tounge around the slit, licking up all the pre cum. The vibration of Rudy moans are driving Alejandro insane when ever he takes as much of Alejandro as he can. One of his hands playing with Alejandros balls when ever Alejandro is not muffeling his sounds. Frome time to time again using his teeth to at just at littel bit of pain and Alejandro tries to push the knowlegde away that Rodolfo is a bitter.

"Rudy...", Alejandro moans getting close, his grip on the others hair must be painfull by now. Rudy, is again using his teeth and its pushing Alejandro off the edge. The carefull presure of the teeth on is tip, a lick over his slit and Alejandro has to bite in his hand to muffel his scream. Some of Alejandros cum is running down Rudys chin, while Alejandro is tasting blood. Rudy puls off using the back of one of his hands to swipe the cum away.

"Fuck", Alejandro is mumbeling watching Rudy licking his hand clean.

"Not quite", Rudy quips in winking at him, while pulling Alejandros pants back into place. Alejandro is catching his breath before he sinks down his knees. Hes nervous, because he never did this before. He watched a stupid amount of porn blow jobs, but they did nothing to calm him down. His brain is also still recovering from his orgasm so he has no idea what Rudy did. He opens Rudys, belt and pants. He theoretical knew that Rudy, was big a few glances in the shower told him this, but that is nothing to its full size. Not a beginner size Alejandro is thing to himself, the tip was also wet from the precum that Rudy leaked while blowing him. He did a test lick a bitter salty taste on his tounge, not sure if he could like this. He can only hope that Rudy dont has that high expertation of him. He takes the tip in, doing what Rudy did to him, carefully adding pressure with his teeth.

"Dont", Rudy is saying, clearly not wanting teeth that close to his dick. Alejandro is closing his hand around the dick, taking in around a third of Rudys dick. He slowly start to move his head and hand, not knowing what to do with his tounge. For the moment, making sure that Rudys dick is sliding along it. He is twisting his hand with ever down stroke, a lot more confortable doing this.

"Ale", Rudy moans and it sounds liek the other is enjoying this. It give Alejandro more confidence to expiriment. Licking over a thick vein feeling Rudys dick throbbing. When ever only the tip is in his mouth his licks over it. The sounds Rudy is making are getting louder and more frequent, making Alejandro to take him as far in as his gag reflex lets him. Suddenly Rudy is pulling him off, so Alejandro is finishing his work with his hand. Using his thumb to circel over the tip and Rudy is comming. Most of it is covering Alejandros hand some landing on his face. Rudy makes a strange sound Alejandro never heared him make before.

"You would look even better with all my cum on your face", Rudy says, before getting some tisues for Aleajndro to clean up his hand.

"Next time." The two words are falling out of Alejandros mouth, from his brain directly to his mouth. Rudy looks down at him, looking unintressted at the offer.

"Next time", Rudy finally agrees after a while.

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Also I'm in pain, I really wanted to watch that movie

ofc i'm heartbroken about the yoi movie but it's also kinda fucking hilarious to me rn bc do you guys think duolingo on ice was the final straw that finally pressured mappa execs into issuing a statement like. a literal owl mascot on skates did what no one else could before in these past 8 years

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Me at the moment

daydreaming about writing: 🥰😍🥹❤️😊🌺✨😘

the act of actually writing: 😭😰😵‍💫😭😰😭☹️😖

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Another gw2 poll for y'all bc I like making these

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What if the creator of your favorite yaoi ship waited 20 years to reveal that they are, in fact, cousins. It's possible, it's frightening, it happened to Kaishin.

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So the US is cracking down on AI companies regarding copyright. 😊

AI bros are crying 😊

Suck to suck dirty thief's hope your shit companies can't effort to conform with the law.

On this block we only support ai that's helping in the field they are applied to, like counting cancer cells.

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Ghost so smooth at the end

Bro you cannot just drop prep/jock soap and goth ghost and dip. We need you to give us your brain worms so we can analyze it like a science project

When you have time of course

I will put my worms in a petri dish for you

Soap was an artist! He liked sketching and painting and the act of making art. But he didn't like art essays. The explaining over and over again each detail. Breaking down everything until it felt like a bunch of paint strokes instead of art.

But part of an art degree is a ton of art essays. So Soap went to the museum to write what he needed. He preferred museums to finding art online. A big part of art for him was texture. His preference would've been to touch the art, to feel the paint underneath his fingers. But the assignment specified art from the Baroque period and therefore they had to be older and no museum was going to allow his grubby hands to touch the art.

Soap glanced down one of halls to see if there was anything interesting there when he faltered.

Oh lord.

The man was big. His shoulders. His height. The thighs he had that looked like tree trunks. It was all covered in tight black fabric and silver chains. A work of bloody art himself.

Soap had to hold himself back from wolf whistling.

Once he was done objectifying admiring the man's body, he looked higher up. There was a mask covering the bottom of his face, the only thing visible being his eyes which had heavy eyeliner on them. He could still see the locs of bleached blond hair that surrounded him like a halo.

Soap wanted to paint him.

"You gonna stare all day?" Someone snarked at him and he jumped, glancing at a slightly smaller blond man. He looked at him like he was gross and for a brief moment, he worried he might be about to be hate crimed. The man looked a lot the other one actually now that he was looking closer. Dressed the same way too.

"Aye, what's your fucking problem with it?"

The man's face scrunched. "Ew." He walked away, leaving Soap rather confused but now a bit determined to talk to mystery man.

Pretending to be looking through the paintings, he got closer to him.

Dark brown eyes quickly glanced over at him before glancing back at the paintings.

"Hey. My name is Soap."

"Ghost."

Ooh, he's from Manchester and sticks with his aesthetic. Nice. He'd prefer a not British person, but as far as British people go, he could do worse than Manchester. He glanced at the painting Simon had been admiring.

The Raising of Lazarus by Rembrandt.

"It's a lovely painting." Soap put on his normal charm, acting suave and polite.

"Aye." Ghost gruffed and went quiet again, staring in simple contemplation. His arms were crossed, making already large arms flex.

Soap started to take notes for his assignment. Although he was definitely hoping to score well in more than one ways, he did need to take notes for his assignment.

Ghost glanced over at what he was writing quizzically and Soap answered the unasked question. "I'm doing a project."

"Fun." He huffed and looked back at the painting.

Soap looked down at his chest and licked his hips. "Yeah, it's a good one." He kept writing stuff. "You a college student?"

"Yeah."

"What do you study?"

"Forensics. I'm assuming you're art?"

"Chemistry with a minor in art!" Right as Soap went to mention how funny it was that they didn't share any classes, Ghost interrupted him.

"Wait. Johnny? Johnny MacTavish? We share several classes."

Soap brightened. "Do you dress like this all the time?" There was zero chance he did or Soap would already know his name, address and dick size.

"We have morning classes together. I don't dress up for morning classes." Ghost said decisively. He stretched and shook his head.

How did he manage to not notice the shoulders though at least? The man was huge. He was also several inches taller than Soap and therefore the majority of the class. Maybe if he sat in the back and left later than everyone?

Soap nodded. "Understandable. You look nice."

"Nice huh?" Ghost smiled at him. He could tell cause his eyes scrunched slightly.

"Yeah. Nice." Soap said softly, his chest doing something weird.

They stared at the painting a while before Ghost pulled away to start exploring the rest of the exhibit.

Soap finished up the notes he needed to write his paper and then started to walk with him. He tried to find his opening during all of this.

Ghost stopped at a very specific painting.

ARTEMESIA GENTILESCHI, JUDITH SLAYING HOLOFERNES, C. 1612–1613

The art was... stunning. The red, faded from time and wear, was still beautiful against the white of the blankets.

The women held him down and there was a movement to it that Soap wanted in his own work. His fingers trembled with the want to touch it. To feel the texture of the paint under his fingers. Ridges and bumps and smooth layers of the different strokes.

Ghost hummed. "I don't really get art. It's pretty but some people look at it and it... gives them something. An epiphany."

Soap hummed. "I find touching it helps."

Ghost looked at him, raking his eyes over him. "I see. Do you want to head out then?"

Soap frowned. "Why?"

"You're a piece of art and I'm looking for an epiphany."

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My friend is organising for their family to evacuate Gaza.

Please share and contribute if possible!

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Congratulations to the 9-1-1 fandom with one half of the popular mlm ship being Canon bisexual now.

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I’m just so fucking pissed off man if they can surgically airstrike international volunteer food workers three consecutive times to ensure their operation is wiped out completely what the fuck is left for anyone to say

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hot artists don't gatekeep

I've been resource gathering for YEARS so now I am going to share my dragons hoard

Floorplanner. Design and furnish a house for you to use for having a consistent background in your comic or anything! Free, you need an account, easy to use, and you can save multiple houses.

Comparing Heights. Input the heights of characters to see what the different is between them. Great for keeping consistency. Free.

Magma. Draw online with friends in real time. Great for practice or hanging out. Free, paid plan available, account preferred.

Smithsonian Open Access. Loads of free images. Free.

SketchDaily. Lots of pose references, massive library, is set on a timer so you can practice quick figure drawing. Free.

SculptGL. A sculpting tool which I am yet to master, but you should be able to make whatever 3d object you like with it. free.

Pexels. Free stock images. And the search engine is actually pretty good at pulling up what you want.

Figurosity. Great pose references, diverse body types, lots of "how to draw" videos directly on the site, the models are 3d and you can rotate the angle, but you can't make custom poses or edit body proportions. Free, account option, paid plans available.

Line of Action. More drawing references, this one also has a focus on expressions, hands/feet, animals, landscapes. Free.

Animal Photo. You pose a 3d skull model and select an animal species, and they give you a bunch of photo references for that animal at that angle. Super handy. Free.

Height Weight Chart. You ever see an OC listed as having a certain weight but then they look Wildly different than the number suggests? Well here's a site to avoid that! It shows real people at different weights and heights to give you a better idea of what these abstract numbers all look like. Free to use.

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Master List

Fanfics:

Save with you | 09 Ghost/Soap/Roach | Omegaverse | finished

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7

Jealousy | 09 Ghost/Soap | finished

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12

forced proximity | 09 Soap dog sitting Riley | 09 Ghost/Soap

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 |

You always meet twice | Ghost/Soap

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8

Littel secret | Ghost/Soap | Omegaverse | finished

part 1

Bad Reputation | Ghost/Soap

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

False Reality | Ghost/Soap | Sience fiction AU

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Old magic and ancient forest | Price/Graves | Magic AU | this is my unloved step child

part 1 |

like a virgin | Price/Graves | NSFW writing training

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

In his shadow | Nik/Price | inspired by tweet | experimenting with writing

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

Back to you | Makarov/Yuri

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 |

Ghosts | COD Ghost rewritte

part 1

HC/ AUs

Graves

Coffee Shop AU Alejandro/Rudy

Spy AU Military Alejandro/SpyRudy

Police Criminal AU Ghost/Soap

Druglord AU

Hybrid AU

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Can't escape your past part 2

Alejandro/Valeria/Rudy

Alejandro Vargas is ecstatic, after years of crunching, fighting and a good amount of boot licking he got a special team to hunt down El Nim Sombre. The long fight of taking Las Almas back is about to start. The problem 25 year old information and older, nothing new since Las Almas was given up by the government. So the first think they need to do is getting reliable information, he's on the way to meet with a American Phillip Graves because do to the close distance to the border this is a shared operation. The meeting in Austin, Texas in the FBI building. He has their ancient information and is very intressted in what the Americans have. He is nervous reading over the research Isabella did before her death. Putting your nose in Cartel buisness is dangerous and she paid with her life. He frowns over a thing she scrabbled down. The children what does she mean with that. On the next page his jaw drops open an familiar snake tattoo is drawn on it. A rattlesnake he's familiar with them but he rembers this specific tattoo framing a pair of breast. He wants to throw up, did he sleep with people working for El Sin Nombre? Was it only 'Niña' or was it also 'Diego'? He can't rember seeing a tattoo on him, don't mean it isn't there. He feels disgusted, his skin starts to crawl, he rubs over his arms to fight the need to scratch himself, the need to shower pops up in his head, long and hot, burning the memeorie of their touches of his body and the worst this night, this threesome was one of the best nights he ever had. Anger is bubbling up in him and ne does the breathing exercise he got from his therapist. He turns to the next site and Isabella wrote down the list of the children the cartel stole most of them having a year of death behind them, written with diffeent pencils it looks like she found out what happend to most of them by the time of her death. He looks for the page with Parra, Rodolfo and Garza, Valeria. No entry about them being dead, don't have to mean anything maybe they are just not found yet. Their skeletons hidden somewhere in Las Almas. He goes over the names seeing some former class mates or kids he played with after school. He is at the last two pages she ever wrote in the rest empty never to be filed.

Surce says that the children were trained to join the cartel. The goal is to make the cartel the only think they (the children) have so they would not run away, so they would stay. Some got killed when they tryed to run away, others killed themselves, others died do to the mistreatment by the cartel. Only 5 survived when surce got arrested. He says they fought to survive the whole time perfect littel soilders for El Sin Nombre. They are the most terrifying memebrs of the cartel and that is worst then dying, dying means your finally free.

He sees where tears hitting the pages, his sister cried when writting this down and he understands thinking about that their former friends had to go through hell, hurts.

At next meeting surce is willing to go over my list and look over the photos from the side. Soon I can tell the full story of lost children of Las Almas. They deserve that someone is finally caring about them.

Surce told me to not writte the article, that I snoope around to much. That they put me on a hit list, that its not worth it. He also looked afrait, as if he knows that if I writte my article he's life is also on the line. He probably is one of the only people knowing what happend to these children.

The names I got shocked me. I can't beleive it, my surce must be mistaken. They would rather die then to work for the cartel he must be mistaken.. I need to talk with Alejandro about this. We go out to lunch in two weeks.

She died 3 days after the last entry, her appartment was trashed, but one day before her death send the notebook to him. He is sure they got what ever the surce told her, the murder took with them. Something the cartel could not effort to ever get public. She knew who the last surviving children were and that meant she need to die. He goes over the name list again she never updated the names, never wrote down who the surviving 5 were. But she knew she needed to sent the notebook to him, knew that atleast one thing of her hard work can't get in their hands. He just wishes she would not be that protective of her surces when she knew she's on a hit list, to give them something to retrieve the information. He again returns to the empty pages, before he makes the first new entry in 15 years.

Checking death of known cartel memebrs or associates around the time of Isabellas death on both sites of the border.

I will finish your work is all Alejandro is thinking before puts the notebook back in his back because the plane is about to land in Austin.

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Rodolfo Parra is reading the news on his tablet while drinking his coffee. Reading about the new mexican-american taskforce against the cartel. Alejandro Vargas, he smiles sadly at this hoping the death of his sister would keep him away, but well they miscalculated his responds. He starts the coffee machine for Valerias coffee who is finishing up her morning training while he goes over very thing they know about this taskforce. They know nearly everything about the Mexican side, bribed, threatened and a few times tortured the information together. To protect their Cartel, what they build up what they made so much better. 7 years ago the old El Sin Nombre called them in his office and told them to fight to death to take over the cartel. They just looked at each other and killed the old man instead, now leading together as a team. Valeria walks in the kitchen only wearing a sports bra and some thight pants walking towards her coffee. She looks over his shoulder when he shows her the article that today the task force would officially start. "Took them long enough", she coments before sitting down on the counter. "Vaquero had to fight to even get here, they are clearly not intressted in getting Las Almas back."

Valeria chuckels at Rudy still using the stupid pet name they gave Alejandro 15 years ago. "Killing his sister really made him more determined to bring our buisness down." "There are many like him on the Mexican side of the taskforce. People that had family in Las Almas or left after father took over. I think some were in a grade above us." "They will bring death into the city, we worked hard to make the life of the people better since fathers death." Rudy humms in agreement setting a timer so they would not miss the press conference to learn a bit more about the American side of the task force, they only had rumors till now nothing finite. "Can he even lead the task force? We have the ultimative black mail over him." Valeria says amused getting Rudys attention. "Shame we didn't keeped any pictures for black mail or to use on good old Gabriel Reyes." "Rumors are still powerful Rudy." They drink their coffee in silence soon they would have to make sure the cartel is running smoothly.

They sit in the living room, Diego and some other important members are with them. The TV is running the press conference is every moment now. "Thats a joke right?", one of their Lieutenant says. Next to Alejandro Vargas stands Phillip fucking Graves, the rumors he's a dirty cop and runs his own cartel on the American side of the border are around for 5 years at this point. "Nothing better to fight a cartel than another cartel." They laugh at the joke, before they listen to the press conference.

"We are very proud to announce the formation of a anti organised crime task force between Mexico and the US. Many peopel that live near the border know the horror if the Cartels. Many remember the horror that came over them when Las Almas fell to the cartel of El Sin Nombre and even more still don't know what happend to their friends and family and we are determined to finally bring answers."

Everyone in the room is giving each other confused looks. They didn't took the city over, the government left because the fight agaisnt the cartel was seen as a lost cause that's wasting taxpayers money. The cartel is keeping up with maintaining infrastructure now. They say some more meaningless things and Rudy is already texting with the Russians. Graves is becoming a problem they need to get rid of. Makarov is texting back almost immediately sick bastard don't sleep apearently. They text a bit back and forth till the press is allowed to ask question.

"Miller, New York Times, Mr. Vargas is it true you grew up in Las Almas, till your parents got murdered by the cartel?" "Yes, I grew up in Las Almas till my parents death." "Smith Washington Post, Mr. Vargas how do we know your not in the bag of the cartel if your from the same City?" Alejandros face turns angry at this and honestly it is insulting. "El Sin Nombre took most of my family from me and its time they are brought to justice." The other question are less loaded asking more about who they think they will work together. No question that are for Graves only. Rudy is going back to texting with Makarov. They schedule a phone call.

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Alejandro is still angry about the questions about his family, how dare they ask this. Peopel that don't even know what it is like to live in Las Almas. How it was to always be afrait growing up, how playing in the streets was dangerous, never leaving the house after dark, waking up and learn that neighbours got killed, disappeared, their livelihood destroyed or worse been made a reminder of. Te omni presence of El Sin Nombre. "You good? They ask you pretty nasty questions." Graves ask him giving him a apologetic smile. "They will never be able to understand how growing up in Las Almas was or in any other cartel city." Alejandro is so fucking tired of most journalists that just hunt for the next big head line, they are nit like his sister that never stop caring about Las Almas and its citizens. They walk down to the conference room the FBI gave them for their first official meeting. Alejandros team is in via video call. "Do we have some peopel we regularly see when we deal with El Sin Nombre", Graves starts pulling up several photos and Alejandros heart drops. No, no that can't be, fuck. "First we have Valeria Garza main enforcer, her right hand man Diego Ramirez. Then we have one of the behind the scenes guys Rodolfo Parra he is heavily involved in cooperation with other organisations, then we asume that..." Alejandro stops listening the last think her sister wrote down before her death echoing through his mind.

The names I got shocked me. I can't believe it, my surce must be mistaken. They would rather die then to work for the cartel he must be mistaken.

That what she meant right? The three of them dreamed of freeing Las Almas, what happend to them? Why would they join what they hate over everything, working for the man that killed his father. Why?!?

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In case of Isreal it's even more absurd (infuriating) because Gaza, was the most surveillance place on earth, prior to 8th October, you couldn't even shit without them knowing. They absolutely could have gone in to Gaza and take Hamas fighters out but they choose not too, because it was never about hamas it was always about anaxing Gaza.

its so insane to me how people will maintain the perspective that occupying armies have to fight by carpet bombing villages and refugee camps because theyre dealing with an enemy that blends in with civilian populations and not realize or refuse to admit thats because theyre fighting civilians who are forced to take up arms against an occupying power

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Every person need to be taught disability history

Not the “oh Einstein was probably autistic” or the sanitized Helen Keller story. but this history disabled people have made and has been made for us.

Teach them about Carrie Buck, who was sterilized against her will, sued in 1927, and lost because “Three generations of imbeciles [were] enough.”

Teach them about Judith Heumann and her associates, who in 1977, held the longest sit in a government building for the enactment of 504 protection passed three years earlier.

Teach them about all the Baby Does, newborns in 1980s who were born disabled and who doctors left to die without treatment, who’s deaths lead to the passing of The Baby Doe amendment to the child abuse law in 1984.

Teach them about the deaf students at Gallaudet University, a liberal arts school for the deaf, who in 1988, protested the appointment of yet another hearing president and successfully elected I. King Jordan as their first deaf president.

Teach them about Jim Sinclair, who at the 1993 international Autism Conference stood and said “don’t mourn for us. We are alive. We are real. And we’re here waiting for you.”

Teach about the disability activists who laid down in front of buses for accessible transit in 1978, crawled up the steps of congress in 1990 for the ADA, and fight against police brutality, poverty, restricted access to medical care, and abuse today.

Teach about us.

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So, Microsoft is terrible. Yes yes, the oldest claim in the world.

But specifically... I just hate how Windows 10 tries to conflate and confuse web searches with things on one's own computer. The start menu should never do anything related to web-searching, especially if it purports to try to give examples of things that are on my hard drive!

This will make old, computer-illiterate people more malware-vulnerable. You have to maintain a strong distinction between "things that are on this computer (and maybe even included in Windows)" (safe, one hopes, or you already got pwned by it, probably), and "things on the web" (scary, dangerous, not to be trusted at all).

Eroding that barrier in the UI is awful. It just FEELS like a violation every time I start typing into the start bar, and it tries to show me ANYTHING web-related. My computer is NOT just an internet-portal! It has tons of stuff on it, and when I'm interacting with the OS, I ONLY want to see things that are already on here!

If I wanted to see something online, I would go to my browser! All the online stuff should be segregated into the browser!

Specific programs can access the internet; that's fine. But my OS's functions and interface should JUST be about the things that are already on my computer.