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i made a new blog.

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i made a new blog.

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i made a new blog.

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i made a new blog.

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i made a new blog.

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i made a new blog.

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i made a new blog.

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i made a new blog.

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"No. I think you made that shit up." Hunter laughs. He's glad that Ben's mood seems to be improving. The other male is staying away from Seth, but from what he understood, the two hadn't let the team know that they were dating. He has yet to witness them touch each other in front of their teammates. It was almost as if they didn't know each other. Hunter wondered why that was.

"Nah, she gave that to my sister as well. All I got was my dad's shitty sense of humor. They really do favor the youngest." He jokes. As the two of them navigate through the crowd, he can't help but focus on Ben's grip on his wrist. It was crazy how his touch made him feel. Feral, if he were being honest. If their teammates weren't out with them right now, Hunter would be pushing him against some wall in a dark corner somewhere.

"Yeah, you think with all the time you spend on it, you would have picked up some moves." He's teasing of course. Hunter really had no room to speak, considering how he moved. Two left feet indeed. But he felt comforted with Ben's presence and with his instructions, he begins to move. It's stiff at first and almost laughable - but the more Ben gets into it, the more Hunter does. It's not like anyone was watching, anyway. The club was currently packed like a can of sardines. "I still feel really fuckin' dumb doing this." He yells above the music.

Ben knows when to let something go. Well, he knows how to when it's Hunter telling him to. He'll let it go. But he's still mad at Seth and hasn't looked at him once since they came out. He's always been so easily distracted by Hunter. Always wanted to keep the other's gaze on him. It had been so fucking hard at the engagement party when the other couldn't look at him all night. How they parted without a final glance because Ben was afraid if he looked back he'd never go.

"Yeah you never heard of it?" Ben scowls while trying not to laugh. His chest swells as Hunter laughs. It's been too long. It's the best sound he's ever heard. "Guess she gave you the looks." He shrugs with a wide grin as he tugs on Hunter's wrist as he starts moving. "You don't have to worry about stepping on me you know I can get rowdy out here." He snorts as he nudges Hunter's shoulder. There's been plenty of weddings back in the day where Ben's been tarps off in twenty minutes screaming and dancing on the dancefloor.

"You know me and the dancefloor. Like old lovers who can't quit each other." Ben elbows their way right to the middle of the throng of sweaty bodies. Right where he likes to be. He tugs at Hunter's wrist before they're facing one another. Ben hardly has to say anything else before he's got his elbows going. "Baby, just let the music take you."

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"noted. i will not be inviting you to the next trivia night." blake chuckles. it wasn't like he was good at it, anyway. he can't remember the last time he participated in such a thing. the answers always came to him a little too late. he was no help to his team, either. unless it was friends themed. then maybe he could get them somewhere. "why are you surprised?" brows furrow as he asks. like it was a ridiculous concept that blake paid attention to him.

"that's a pretty big title to hold. you are aware of that, yeah?" he asks declan. the older male didn't think that would be the case by the end of the movie, but maybe it would surprise him - and end up being deeper than what it was seeming to be right now. his eyes watch the screen, confusion clearly present on his face as he watches. at this point, he doesn't know who anyone is or what the plot of the movie even was.

"when what?" his attention is no longer on the television. dark hues search declan's blue ones as he wraps his fingers around blake's. "i like this, too." it doesn't always have to be about sex. he was just happy to sit here besides him, enjoying his company.

"ah, well-" his shoulders shrug, "i've never been much good at trivia stuff anyways." a man well aware of his flaws, he didn't often put himself in positions where he would be questioned anyways. eyes narrow and his head tilts, "you listen to me talk? seems sus. what kind of conversations do you hear?" while he wouldn't say there was a divide on the team between the older guys and the younger ones - most of his conversations were with the younger guys and sometimes he would ask for advice or gush about blake, replacing blake with a stand in woman that he had created for when they asked for details. he wasn't ashamed - if he had the chance, he would have shouted his adoration of blake from the rooftops, but he would never as long as it might mess up blake's happiness - even if that happiness wasn't with him.

his mouth opens, attempting to close his lips around the finger that taps his lips - just out of reach by the time his mouth opened. unfortunately, the maybe only leaves him pouting more and resisting every urge in his body to shift his weight into blake's lap, knowing blake would only be able to resist him for so long. he settles pushing his lips forward with a soft, disgruntled sigh, "not fair."

"you'll regret it when we get to the end and you see why this is the greatest movie of all time." just in time for blake's attention to shift to the tv, declan's head turned to look at him. not saying anything, not wanting anything - just admiring the way his lips curls and the way the light bounced off his eyes from the tv. he's not sure he'll ever see what blake sees in him - sadly understanding too well why he held reservations about them.

part of him hates how easily he calms at blake's touch, even when he drags his eyes up to hesitantly meet with blake's, "i just...," clear hesitation as he searching for comfort in the other man, his fingers wrapping roughly around blake's, "i like doing this so much, you know - just hanging out with you. i just think its gonna make it harder when... you know." when you move on from me. but he couldn't bring himself to say the words.

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His actions contradict his words. Benji steps inside, closing the door behind him. "A reason that I do not agree with." He says with a soft sigh. Freddie didn't trust him. Hadn't, since he had gotten traded and moved away. The break up had occurred after the other male had accused him of sleeping with his best friend. Like he would do such a thing to him. There was nothing there between himself and Aspen. They had been practically raised together. Of course they were close. "That's not why I keep showing up, Freddie. You know that."

"You can't keep coming by." Freddie says softly as he lets them in anyway. He knows they need to stop. But there's always something about the tone of their pleading. Like Fred needs to see them in that moment or they might not exist. He picks up the phone every single time they call. "We broke up for a reason." Fred reminds softly. And that reason is that Freddie let's distance dictate a lot of his thoughts. Suspicious and jealous and possessive all wrapped into one. Had accused the other of cheating and meant it. Swore he could tell by the glint in their eye when they spoke to their best friend. If that's what you call it. Freddie hadn't trusted either of them. And yet, he still lets them back in. "It's like you wanna keep pissing me off." Because he knows they'll fuck and he'll tell them to go and rinse and repeat. @missdcalls

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eli doesn't protest as the other pulls him by his wrists. their faces are only inches away now and he's aware of how close they are. "i think...i think i'd rather show you." he says after a couple seconds of silence. before he could chicken out, he's leaning forward, hand resting on his cheek as he crashes his lips against collin's.

"not sure i can think of a time." he jokes, chuckling softly towards the other. "oh, is that you, then?" collin questions before he's grabbing hold of eli's wrists to pull him towards him. "why don't you tell me how much you like me? or show me, whatever works."

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Hunter shrugs. "It's over and done with." And while it was important to learn from your mistakes out on the ice, there was no reason to mull over it. Especially now, while they were out celebrating the win that Ben had gotten them. Patting the other male on the shoulder, he hoped that he would listen and have a good time tonight. They deserved it.

"White boy sauce?" Hunter looks at Ben like he had just said the most ridiculous thing ever. He kind of had. "You're such a fuckin' nerd." He adds with a shake of his head, letting out a chuckle. His laughter only got louder as he mentioned his mom and her dance moves. Naturally, she loved his teammate, and flocked to him any time that she could.

"I think it skipped over me. She gave it all to my sister. Two left feet, I tell you." Still, though, Ben's giving him those eyes and a pout that has him sighing, pushing away from the bar and headed for the dance floor. "Fine, fine. But no promises that I won't step on your feet."

Ben watches Hunter in fond amusement. It feels like forever since he's felt that way about the other man. Ben's thoughts always full of vitriol and hurt before he got to kiss Hunter again. And it hadn't been their shining moment in the backseat of Hunter's car but it's opened the roughly sewn stitches and Ben's a goner too. Despite the front he puts on as if he's cool and collected. He's never been. He's over the moon that Hunter is looking at him like that again. Even if they're both liars now.

"Might have." Ben shrugs. He always wonders if it matters at all. If making up for the mistake is enough. If only he hadn't made a mistake in the first place he wouldn't need to fix it. And he wouldn't need to drag Hunter in with him. Always making the other tag along with his failure because he can never redeem himself on his own. Ben always needs Hunter with him. He wants to kiss Hunter as some form of redemption. To fix everything between them. He rocks on the balls of his feet instead and grins like a moron.

"I can't dance either, I got the white boy sauce though." Ben scoffs as he rolls his eyes. "I feel like rhythm should be in your DNA. Your mama's got moves." Ben points out as he wiggles his finger in Hunter's face. He would know he's met her on the dancefloor at formal team events before. What Ben lacks in actual skill he makes up for in enthusiasm. He reaches out for Hunter but stops just short of grabbing a handful of his shirt. Ben looks up at him through his lashes, juts his lip gently, "C'mon Hunter."

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