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starter for @ofcomets​

     they’d only been there maybe an hour, if even that... but xavier was having the time of his life. the aroma of cheap hotdogs and cheese pizza filled the air, the cacophonous noises from the games surrounding the two boys. even if the most oblivious of people could see there was something deeper between them than friendship, but xavier didn’t want things to end up poorly for them — so he kept his physical touches for later. his hazelnut hues shift from the screen to albie, a smile etching across his face. “okay, there’s one of those dueling shooter games down there,” xavier starts, head gesturing to the game. “i bet i can beat you, windsor.”

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we are having sex but your dog is apparently in the room. + winnedy

xavier’s easily caught up in the moment. he’s so caught up in all of albie’s glory; he sometimes checks out of reality. he hadn’t realized their door had been left open... it wasn’t like it shouldn’t have mattered. they were in their apartment alone. no big deal, right ?? everything had been going swimmingly up until then... they’d started making out; things hot and heavy. next thing he knew, xavier had gone down on albie already, albie had done the same. xavier couldn’t take it much longer, so he insisted on prepping albie. now that they were all past foreplay and prep, xavier’s easing into the slightly older male. he never wanted to hurt his precious angel, god forbid. he’d hate himself if he did anything but bring him pleasure. he’s attacking albie’s neck with kisses, sucking and nipping at the soft flesh. moans and groans from the pair of them fill the air, the fragrant scent of sex beginning to permeate through the room around them. xavier’s pace grows faster, harder; he wanted to make albie cum just from his thrusts. he was determined to do it.

“ c’mon, baby boy, ” xavier whispers against his ear, nibbling softly. “ i know you can do it... cum for me, cum all over your pretty little chest. wanna lick it up off you. ” he hadn’t noticed it before when little jack had made his way into his bedroom. xavier hadn’t even thought to put him in his playroom, but right as xavier finishes his whispers... the pup begins to bark, startling xavier. “ jesus... ” xavier says breathlessly, forehead resting upon albie’s. “ i’m sorry... let me put him up and then we can finish, if you still want to... unless you don’t mind a barking dog while i’m pounding you, ” he teases with a chuckle.

awkward moments during sex meme.

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💒 + winnedy

wedding hcs for canon !!

1. their first dance is to “forever love” by dolly parton because xavier insists on that.2. they also, being the lil love nerds that they are, sing to each other at the reception.3. they honeymoon in paris, which we’ve said before, but... at the end of the night and after lots of love making, xavier is gonna give albie the letter he never sent him right after they had their first kiss.4. because it’s a disney world wedding in december, they gotta have snow!! but since it’s florida, they have fake snow.5. their wedding playlist is wild. it’s got everything a bit of every genre, but of course, it’s got dolly, mama cass, and shawn... because would it be a winnedy wedding if it didn’t?

SEND ME 💒 + A SHIP FOR FIVE WEDDING HEADCANONS!

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andrew black‌.

“oh boy, the first word i’d use to describe you would be unexpected. that or, hot as fuck. which is three words, but they go together so perfectly they might as well be one.” drew teases, thankful that they seem to be making good progress. he always wants to know everything about mickey, he always has done. about his work, his future plans and present plans, too, even if it was as simple as…i’m going to get some food. drew had never particularly cared about anyone much before, but mickey had got inside his skin, made a home there and now – he couldn’t imagine his life without him. there was a massive mickey shaped hole in his heart, and he felt it every single day of his life. “look, it’s never going to be easy, knowing that there’s someone else out there, who makes you happier than i did. it’s a – tough pill to swallow. all i want in the world for you, though, is for you to be so fucking happy. you deserve it, and i’d still – to this day fuck with anyone who tried to take any of your happiness away.” he wouldn’t admit that mickey was instilling a lot of hope into him, that he shouldn’t necessarily be having. drew knew it was wrong of him; he was older, supposedly wiser, he should’ve known better. however, nobody filled him up with passion and desire and longing like the younger male did. despite the gap between them, they were perfectly balanced, both as in charge as each other and that’s what drew liked about it. everyone else he’d been with, before him and after had – given into his wants and needs so easily, or his interest in them had dwindled quickly enough, mickey was the only one who kept him on his toes, kept his interest, kept his focus even during the most mundane of days. that’s how he knows that he’s in love with him. it’s not just the excitement he misses, or the sex, or the – passionate fights that got out of hand, but ultimately ended perfectly. no, it was the look on mickey’s face when he listened to his friend tell a story, or the times they fell asleep together on facetime, the times he got too drunk and needed to be put to bed, the times he slept the day away, and all drew could do was hold him and kiss him all over. it was everything, the way he tried to hold back a laugh when he knew he shouldn’t be, even the way his expression changed when drew had said something he didn’t like. mickey was perfect for him, and whilst he wanted to show him that they were still good for one another, he also just…wanted him back in his life again, in whatever shape or form mickey preferred. “you challenging me, babe?” he asks, with a waggle of his brows. it takes no time at all for him to grip onto the boy’s thighs, pull him up and hope that he wrapped his own legs around him, as he rested him against his back. once he’s done that, playfully he picks up his pace, and again, and again until he’s running across the sand. it felt so right; the two of them, he couldn’t be the only one who felt it – he really couldn’t be. regardless of what his mother might’ve thought, drew would kill to have mickey back in his arms, mickey’s lips, on his lips. “am i strong enough for you, huh?” he asks as he looks over his shoulder, bright, real laughter falling out of his lips. 

oh, fuck. mickey found himself in a sticky situation yet again. he was really good at that, it seemed. the more he thought about it, the more he knew charlie was right for him. he was a good guy, a great guy really... but he was the safe choice. mickey didn’t wake up at the early hours of dawn in awe of a fantastic... wet dream about charlie. he didn’t surprise him the same way andy did. he simply wasn’t andy, and he never would. he found himself missing andrew more and more every second, despite him being right next to him. and if there was anything mickey couldn’t do, it was lie well... and he was pretty sure andrew had caught on to that a long time ago. he takes a deep breath before his gaze meets the older male’s... and before he knows it, he’s being hoisted onto his ex-boyfriend’s back. his legs wrap around his waist, head resting against drew’s. “ well... then i guess you should know that i’m not happy, ” he mumbles almost inaudibly, arms around his chest. his fingers mess with drew’s hair, running his fingers through his locks... breathing in that all too familiar scent. it felt like home.  “ i don’t love charlie... not like i love you. i dunno if i’d ever love anyone like you. god, ” mickey admits, teeth gnawing at his bottom lip. “ i miss the fighting and the fucking to make up... i miss surprising you on your flights just ‘cause i could. i miss falling asleep on your chest and then getting breakfast with you. fuck, i miss it all. ” his breathing shifts, becoming much heavier as he spoke. “ i miss wrestling with you and always giving in ‘cause ‘m no match with you... i miss the late night facetime calls. i miss going to your parents’. hell, i even miss your mother even though she hates me, ” a bitter chuckle falls off his lips, head shaking. he didn’t understand why he still felt the way he did, but he couldn’t change that. he wasn’t sure he wanted to either. he just wished no one would get hurt... which was impossible. mickey sighs as fingers continue to thread through drew’s locks, thumb stroking at the nape of his neck. “ i’m sorry to put all this on you... i-i know it’s not a good time, but i can’t like to you, andy. you know that. your face just makes everything all jumbled on the inside when i try to lie, and nothing ever makes sense. you made, make me happier. you make me feel so good. i don’t want you to think i’m playing with you or your emotions or your heart ‘cause that’s the last thing i’d wanna do. i never wanna hurt you... i just wanna make you happy, and i’m sorry that i’ve... upset you. but i hope i can make it up to you... ” the words fall off his lips, it feels like he’s vomitting a mass of words everywhere... but andrew deserved the truth. “ can i make it up to you ?? ”

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albie windsor‌.

nodding his head, he finds it hard to contain the excitement coursing through him. he’d pictured this moment…since he’d left xavier for the plane. it was already better than his wildest fantasies could conjure up, he wanted to make sure the other male felt the same. “that’s true, ‘cause i’d heard of most of the stuff i tried whilst i was…at yours, but i’d never actually had it before. i just hope none of it disappoints…” he admits, shrugging his shoulders casually. though deep in the centre of him he’s scared of disappointing in general. as their hands meet, however, he feels a few of the nerves settle, though the butterflies do not. he leans in without thinking, pressing their lips together again; the rush he felt inside, the fireworks, all too addicting. as he pulls away, a smile concocting of cheekiness and bashfulness somehow curls onto his features as he tries to compose himself again, teeth gnawing at his lower lip. “that sounds like a very good idea,” he agrees with a nod of his head, thumb grazing across the back of his hand. “was there anything in particular you wanted to do whilst you were in england? i don’t want to – get ahead of myself, y’know? want to make all your dreams come true an’ all…” he teases, all the more bashfully now.

xavier could barely keep his cool around albie; it took every little fiber in his being, all his energy just to not latch on to him. albie just made him so happy and cheerful. he never wanted to leave his side ever. “ did you like ‘em ?? i thought you might be over at my place for a while, so i stocked up on stuff i thought you’d like, ” xavier reveals with a nod. “ like i got poptarts and all that candy ‘cause i thought you might enjoy it... that weird of me to say ?? ” he questions, arching a brow. fingers fiddle at the hole in his jeans, never wanting to overstep or make albie feel uncomfortable. “ but ‘m positive i’d like anything you picked out for me, ” he admits with a nod. xavier had liked everything albie had suggested so far, how far off could he have been ?? it just seemed like they were kindred spirits, connected by fate someway, somehow. “ i’m full of great ideas... ‘s why we did the chapstick challenge, remember ?? ” xavier teases, laughter falling off his lips. “ i wanna go see a show on west end... and see big ben and buckingham palace... do you guys have an amusement park that’s fun ?? ‘s only fair since we went to disney world, don’tcha think ?? ”

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albie windsor‌.

as selfish as it was – and he knew that it was, albie couldn’t help but wish that xavier didn’t ever have to go back home. whenever they were together, all seemed right with the world. and for someone who could be as anxious as albert windsor, that was a necessary surprise. his heart is still beating wildly, his stomach still overrun with butterflies despite the many hours that they’ve spent in each other’s presence now, never completely getting used to having xavier by his side. he’s excited to show him his home, though at the same time nervous too. whilst he knows his first impression couldn’t have been all bad, he doesn’t want anything to ruin it. how his home decor could, is a different story, but albie can’t help but concern himself with the thought, despite that fact. as they park up in his driveway, he turns to face him a little better, unbuckling his seatbelt. “though ‘m sure you’re uh – stuffed, ‘ve got like…a lot of snacks and shit in care you get peckish.” he explains off hand, rambling the one thing he knows how to do well. “maybe we can like watch a movie or something, if you’d like? or we can go for a walk? wh-whatever, really.” // @ofasteroids

his whole body was still aflutter, and had been ever since he had gotten off the plane. their dinner was easily one of the best times of xavier’s life already... it seemed like albie took most of those spots, despite the two of them not spending too much time together on a regular basis. that was how xavier knew there was something special about albie’ he always had, even just from watching his videos on a loop for hours. the younger boy watches albie in awe the whole ride home. a dream-like haze settles in his eyes, and an unparalleled smile is etched into his face as they pull into albie’s driveway. “ i’m excited, ” xavier admits. “ i can’t wait to try all your snacks and shit ‘cause they’ve gotta be different than ours, y’know... plus that meal was really good, so your taste is already doin’ good so far, ” he explains, reaching out to grab albie’s hand, fingers brushing over his skin. “ hm... maybe we can go for a walk and then a movie ?? ” xavier suggests, arching a brow over to the other male. 

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jasper johnson‌.

arms coil around her frame as soon as she’s wrapped her own arms around him. there was only one person who visited him now and it was her and he was always thankful for her company. strong hands hold onto her firmly, pressing a kiss to the side of her cheek. “….you never have to apologise, you’re welcome here – whenever, whatever.” he reminds her, promising it silently. though jasper never liked to say the word explicitly, too many times he’d been left disappointed because of others who’d made promises to him and been unable to keep them. “i’ll also never hate you, ever. so you can get that thought out of your pretty head.” he pulls back just to get a better look at her. his hands gripping at her sides the slightest bit. “talk to me, rant at me….s’what i’m here for.” he adds on quickly enough, before he leads her towards the couch, “well, one of many reasons…i like to think.” he shrugs a shoulder, clearing his throat. “so, what’s happened? who am i going to have to kill?” he ponders, fingers grazing over her tear stained cheeks, brushing them away carefully. she meant the world to him. far more than he was willing to admit, under her current situation. it wasn’t fair of him. she needed a friend, not…anything else, especially not from him. 

the whole world could come crashing down around her, and she was convinced that jasper would somehow save her. jasper always knew how to comfort her; he’d been lola’s shoulder to cry on for years now. she didn’t know what she’d do without him. “ that’s really nice to know, jj... i just don’t want to intrude. you’ve got enough problems of your own i’m sure, ” she explains with a nod. “ you know you can always talk to me about your problems too, you know ?? ” lola questions, looking up at the taller boy as she’s led to the couch. “ y’don’t have to kill anyone... just there was a lady there today who just wanted to cause a shit ton of trouble. she argued with me for about thirty minutes over whether or not we had boxes left to put her clothes in... and then she argued with manager about it too. it was just a mess... and then shelley, she messed up all the clothes i’d just rearranged, so i had to redo that, ” lola explains, shaking her head. frustration was written across his features, a sigh falling off her lips as she rests her head upon her best friend’s shoulder. “ sometimes i wanna quit, but i know i can’t do that... not with the baby, ” she rants. “ enough about me... how are you ?? how is work ?? ” lola ponders, taking a fry out of the mcdonald’s bag before offering it over to jasper.

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xavier kennedy‌.

laughter falls from his lips and  pink stains his cheeks as xavier twirls him around, serenades him. albie’s more than content with xavier’s playfulness, happy to see it thriving despite how much was transpiring around them. how much was going to change; for them separately, for them as a couple, for the country in general. he wraps his arms around his neck, tightens his legs around his waist. “you’re the biggest dork in the whole world, you know that?” he asks, once they’ve settled against the bed; his hands grasping at the material closest to his chest, kissing him back with a passion that couldn’t be faked nor replicated. a hum falls from the back of his throat, and he suspects it’s morbid of him to declare this the best time of his entire life. it had started before xavier’s father had lost his life, so he suspected that made up for it a little bit. 

“nobody’s ever going to be able to force us apart…” he decides, his gaze meeting with xavier’s perfectly. there’s a confidence in him too, it grows due to xavier’s own. everything about the other boy was enchanting, captivating, hypnotising. “…at least not in here…” he starts, his fingers pressed lightly over where his heart lies. “…or here,” he adds on, fingers tapping each side of his temple. it’s then that he leans in, elbows resting either side of the younger male’s head. he connects their lips again, his hands coming to firmly grip at his jaw; keeping him grounded, keeping him there with him. being with xavier had fuelled so many positive feelings inside of albie; his determination, confidence, optimism all heightened since the pair of them had admitted their feelings. anxiety would always follow him around, but now it was more of a mist than a fog. less easy to spot, easier to ignore. “there’s never going to be words for how – how fucking good i feel because of you.” he locks his own jaw a little, gripping tighter at xavier’s own. “you’re going to make so many people happy and - see that anything is possible, that who they are is powerful, despite what anyone else might think. you’ve already done that for me, xav. i feel taller than the statue of liberty when you’re with me.” 

his favorite way to spend time with albie. he didn’t care if the british boy teased him until he turned red or tickled him until he couldn’t breathe or yelled at him for being messy or smothered him with kisses... it was all perfect and was all worth while. they’d fought hard enough to get to where they were today. they damn well-deserved to be happy, and they were. the white house was their home, and the whole world was their oyster. there was absolutely nothing the pair couldn’t do, and both of them knew that. “ as long as you still wanna kiss me then i’m okay with with that title, ” xavier admits, his cheeks flaring up with a shade of red. their lips catch each other, and there’s an genuineness that couldn’t be matched by anyone. their love was unparalleled, and anyone could see that.

“ if anyone tries to, i’ll kick their ass so far they’ll wake up half way across the globe, ” xavier agrees, leading him to their bed. he settles himself down before pulling albie on top of him, pressing kisses all over the boy’s face. he was so happy; he’d never been this ecstatic before. they were the most powerful couple in the world. nothing could stop them, and nothing would stop them, xavier’d make sure of it. “ you make feel so good... i dunno how to tell you. i guess i should be sad and shit ‘cause my dad’s dead, but fuck him... it’s his own fault he was a piece of shit anyways, and now we can dance on his grave, ” xavier goes on, fingers combing through albie’s curly locks. his eyes are transfixed on the older male, the love he felt practically radiating off the gleam in them.  “ we’re going to do that, albie, ” he’s quick to correct. his hands trail down to cup his jawline tenderly. “ i can’t do any of this without you, you know that.. you’re my husband. my partner. my prince... my first gentleman. i want your opinion on everything from what color should we paint our room to what to do to combat world hunger. i want you to be in the situation room, helping me choose what course of action we should choose... ‘cause i don’t trust anyone else’s opinion but yours. ” 

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william chambers‌.

he knew if his parents saw him right now, he’d have been disowned, kicked out, discarded. however, he’s still in a fuck them, mood. the alcohol can be blamed for a lot of that, but the desire he harboured for the other boy wasn’t bought on by his bitterness, if anything it was the other way around. he was bitter, because he had these feelings that he wasn’t supposed to; for reasons william still couldn’t quite put his finger on. “you’d rather if i was out of them though, wouldn’t you?” he’ll ask then, looking into his eyes; his own darkened by his lust. he finishes off his final shot, giddy in the knowledge that he’s so close to someone he’d missed so much. he’s pretty sure frankie’s the person who made him see what his sexuality was, maybe that’s why he found it easy to be mad with him. “yeah?” he feels his heartbeat pick up pace due to his words, squeezing against the other boy’s thigh, a smirk is evoked due to this newly found knowledge. “you going to tell me about those thoughts of yours, frankie?” he’ll practically purr, a shiver running up his spine still, due to the way his tongue had stroked across his ear. “or would y’rather show me?” he’ll add on, as innocently as he can; fluttering his lashes for good measure. 

will could still read him like a card. it was like nothing had changed; they were still friends after all these years. he wished that were true desperately. he stayed up late at night, just thinking about his former friend and if he was okay, if he was happy. of course, he pondered the thought of them being together; he’d always harbored a sometimes repressed but always present crush on the other male. what could frankie say—he had a charming aura about him, one that couldn’t be denied and one he fell victim to. his breathing hitches at the touch of his thigh, his mind sent into a lustful frenzy of thoughts. “ you’re right... i-i would, ” frankie admits, whispering it against his ear, his own hand gripping at will’s thigh to steady himself. he just thought he could fall right over onto the floor. “ ‘d rather show you, if i’m bein’ completely honest, ” franklin reveals, teeth tugging at his bottom lip. he hovers over his ear, hand moving up his thigh slowly, towards his groin... but not too close. they were in public after all. “ will you let me show you, mr. chambers ?? ”  the politician’s son questions, eyes feigning innocence as best as they could; his thoughts were far from innocent.

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marty tyler‌.

the softest of laughs fall from his lips then, but he feels guilty once they have. he shouldn’t want anyone else to be tormented, no matter how much they tormented him. still, he can’t help but be intrigued by jason. what he’d done, it was shocking but he couldn’t deny he derived some form of pleasure out of it, appreciation that he wouldn’t allow to get brushed away. “i do remember you. you’re pretty hard to forget. i mean – not in a…yeah.” awkward chuckles erupt from the back of his throat, hand raising to rub at the back of his neck. “i didn’t think you’d know who i was, so – i was tryin’ to…be smart about it, casual. and i’d never heard you say your name before so i…” eyes roll, mainly at his own stupidity. how could someone so quickly ruin a friendship before it had even started? he suspected it was his superpower, one that he’d happily give back in exchange for something new. or for nothing at all, even. given half the chance. “…you might think you don’t need the thank you, but i – i disagree with you.” a smile curls onto his features, and boldness was far from a trait he possessed, his need to be good and grateful and understand more about this tall beauty who’d appeared from nowhere to save his skin made it impossible not to carry on with his suggestion. “so, if you’re not already – completely annoyed with my presence and starting to understand why everyone hates me so much,” it was intended to be a joke – but as soon as it falls from his lips, he wishes it hadn’t. “will you let me buy you a coffee or tea? or a brownie even, it’s your choice.” once out in the open, palms become sweaty and he rubs them against his jeans. rejection wasn’t something he was good with, but he suspected most people weren’t. 

marty was even cuter than words could describe. jason knew that, of course. he’d been watching him from a distance for quiet some time now. most people would’ve thought he was strange for doing so. maybe they were right, but if he hadn’t, jason wouldn’t have been able to stop what was transpiring. no one even stopped to help him. that broke his heart. why were people so cruel and insensitive nowadays ?? what had ever happened to helping your fellow man ?? as crazy as he might’ve been, all jason wanted to do was help people... especially marty. he was really special in his eyes. he wanted to know every little detail about him, and could you blame him ?? he had the cutest little smile, was just the nicest thing, not to mention those raven locks... it was like god had created jason’s ideal person just for him. “ you remember me ?? ” he questions, shock written all over his soft features. not many people remembered him, he just blended in with the background... but he’s pleasantly surprised. “ well, marty, since you think you do, i’ll accept it, ” he teases with a small smile. “ i’d love to get some coffee... or a brownie, or tea, even. i’m up for ‘em all. a-and not everyone hates you. i don’t, ” jason answers, head nodding a long as he speaks. “ i think you’re cool, somethin’ special... so fuck what everybody else thinks... excuse my foul mouth. ”

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benjamin warren‌.

some might have expected ben to have tired of the same summer routine. that was far from the case, however. in fact, he still adored it as much as he had when he’d been a young child exploring the campsite; enamoured with the atmosphere, and whilst things had changed; both in himself and in the camp, it filled him with a nostalgia that normal life rarely provided him with. if it were possible for someone to be addicted to that feeling, benjamin surely was. making friends had once been a hard task for the man to undertake, that was the whole purpose of his first trip here in the first place. now it took no effort at all, and he had to thank his lucky stars  ( and his parents, he supposes. )  that he found a place that filled him with such confidence. old faces left, and new faces appeared and that was all part of the experience in the young counsellor’s mind; so many different people to meet, lives to learn about. sitting himself opposite a stranger wasn’t a unique feat of his, if anything he made it his duty to introduce himself to everyone, in particular any new counsellors who may feel – overwhelmed, or out of place to an extent. he doesn’t basis his interest on the other’s looks, but they certainly do help. he beams at him, the stammering all the more endearing to him. “clinton. very formal, i like it.” he meant it too; the brightness of his features making it evident as he grasps at his hand, gives it a shake, bowing his head playfully as he does so. “much obliged to meet you, clinton. i’m ben. have you been here before? i’m sure i’d have remembered that face if you had.” 

he wasn’t very good at making new friends or talking to strangers or anything that involved a social interaction really. it had been something his parents had been on his back about for years. maybe they wanted him to be more outgoing like his brothers and sister, but clinton just found him floundering around in the ocean of his family, trashing around for air, begging to be saved. he didn’t want to be awkward and barely able to hold a conversation; it was just how things were... but he had made a vow to himself to make at least one new friend at camp at least, or else what was the point in going ?? it was about new experiences and making friendship bracelets and singing kumbaya around the campfire, from what he’d heard. maybe benjamin would be that person he made friendship bracelets for and sang along with at the nightly campfire. he figures it’s a stretch, considering benjamin seemed to be everything he wasn’t—handsome, friendly, capable of introducing himself without sounding like a ninety year old man. clinton forces a smile on his face, a small laugh falling off his lips as the words ben says register in his mind.  “ well, have to admit... ‘m a bit awkward,  don’t think my face’s that memorable either, ” he explains, cheeks coated with a red color. “ this is my first year here actually... never been to a summer camp before either. just thought it’d be fun. plus, i get paid so, what more could ya want ?? ” clinton speaks, his nerves calming down a bit. maybe this wasn’t so bad, wasn’t so hard. or maybe ben made it easy. “ ya got any pointers for a first timer ?? ”

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toby martinez‌.

despite alex’s warnings, toby refuses to stop. lips still wrapped around his length, tongue darting out to increase the pleasure he hopes to inflict. whilst he would have to punish him for it, a part of him – a fairly significant part wanted to make alex cum more than once; as many times as possible in one night was his overall aim. he wanted to see if he could outdo himself, his way of reminding the other boy that he was the best that he’d ever and would ever have, regardless of mistake he’d made. toby wanted to be the best, he wanted alex to crave him more and more every time. to become addicted to him, as he already was reversed. his gaze matches with the other boy’s perfectly; cheeks hollowing and he makes no effort to respond to his begging, to make it clear exactly what he thinks at all. it’s a test and he believes he’s won as soon as alex lets go inside of his mouth. the taste is addicting and he does let a hum fall freely from his lips; sending a vibration across his length as he does so. after a moment or two, once he’s well and truly come down from his high, he’s pulling off of him with a pop; tongue licking at the head of cock, never willing to let anything go to waste. “oh, you are a naughty boy, aren’t you?” he asks; despite the way his tongue continues to lick at his lips; the way his lashes become all the heavier, the way his hues become darker still. “you know i have to punish you now, don’t you?” he asks, feigning his own apologetic look as he hovers over alex’s frame. “where to start, huh?” is what falls from his lips then; a rhetorical question, a teasing musing as he leans in, lips tracing across his earlobe, barely. “i’ve got an idea,” he adds on, as he reaches to undo the tie he’d used to force his ex’s hands back. “get on all fours, princess.” 

alex knew toby was aware of what he was doing, and he couldn’t say he wouldn’t have done the same. he’s so in awe of toby; he always had been. his mouth was magic, he was magic. every little thing he did was perfect. he was pretty sure his whole goal in life was to drive him crazy... in a good way. more moans leave his lips as toby continues to lick as his length, even after the fact. he was so desperate for his touch he would’ve done anything he asked. it was quite sad really. “ ‘m sorry, daddy... i c-couldn’t hold back any longer. your mouth is just too good, ” alex whimpers, eyes watching him carefully. teeth tug at his bottom lip as he feigns innocence as best as he could stark naked. “ yes, sir... need to be a good boy for you, ” he stumbles out. once his hands are free, alex obeys his orders, knees placed firmly into the bed, hands gripping fistfuls of the bedspread beneath him. his back arches, perching his ass up into the air. alex turns his head to face toby, soft features all on display. “ been a really bad boy, daddy... need to get punished. ‘m sorry, daddy, really am, ” he plays on. alex was such a mess for toby, and toby knew it too. he was so eager to make toby happy, so eager not to mess this up, so eager to remind him that how good they were. alex was determined to be the best for him, fuck him like no one else could, show him what he was missing. anything and everything toby wanted, he would get. no ifs, ands, or buts about it.

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brendan clarke‌.

nobody thought they were a match made in heaven, nobody even seemed to try to understand. they were like chalk and cheese most of the time; complete opposites, but that’s what brendan loved so much about him. he showed him a whole different world, a different perspective he’d never have seen otherwise. self-hatred had never been a stranger to him, but right now it’s taking him over; piece by piece. what he’d done, he derived no pleasure from. it had been a way of proving something to himself, but the opposite is what he learned from it. a mistake that he so direly hoped they’d overcome, but suspected would hang over them like a dark cloud forever. if he had it his way, brendan would never leave the house again. he’d stay here with ryder, someone who made him forget his self-loathing, someone who made him feel braver than he ever had before. someone who made him feel good; in all aspects of their life together. a plethora of kisses are peppered across his hair, fingers combing through as he breathes him in. “you’re not crazy, ryder. you might be the only person in the world who isn’t.” words fall quietly, a desperation to stay as close to him as possible evident across his features; eyes closed, breathing heavy. he knows he’d have done worse if their places were reversed; their home more of a bombsite, than a home if it were to occur. “you’re perfect, everything about you is…so, so perfect.” he assures him, voice hushed, free arm coiled around him, keeping him as close as he can, scared that if he lets go, he’ll leave. even if he’d never blamed him for that. even if he knew he deserved so much more than this, than him. 

it was as if all his worries about brendan have disappeared into thin air. he didn’t worry about the woman in the picture, though he probably should have. all his self-consciousness, worries, anxieties, fears... they ceased to exist in brendan’s arms. his head nestles in the curve of the redhead’s neck, fingers entwining with his. his thumb traces circles into the palm of his hand before he lifts his hand up to leave a kiss on his flesh. ryder knew he overreacted... at least with the throwing of the glass. it was understandable, he was sure, that he was angry initially... but brendan had a way with words, what could he say ?? he didn’t think he was anything special. he was just a grocery store cashier who went to uni for forensic science on the side. brendan saved lives... but brendan made him feel good about himself, that was why he was so apt to fight any problem they had head on, make up after any argument they had. “ i dunno about all that, but it’s nice to hear ya say it, ” he admits, a small smile taking over his face. “ you’re perfect for me... dunno if i’d ever be okay if we did, uh, break up, ” ryder reveals meekly. he never was the most outgoing boy, but he got even more bashful, shy, reserved when something sensitive came up. he’d always been that way since he was little tyke growing up. “ you make me feel good... not just happy but, like, about myself. i dunno. whenever you’re around, i don’ worry about how i look or how i talk or what i say or what i do... it just comes naturally when you’re around, ” he explains, looking up at the older male with brazen hues innocently.

[ofasteroids]

andrew black.

conversation came so easy when it was just the two of them. andrew was happy to see that nothing really had changed between them. the tension in the air was palpable, practically, but he found himself – comforted by it, in it. he couldn’t explain why, teeth gnawing at his bottom lip. it’s a story he’d heard a lot about in the past, but he’d never hear enough of it – not if mickey wanted to talk about it still. nobody else had ever got under his skin like the younger male, nobody else ever made him more selfless than selfish. “my mom was the same. always wanted me to be a doctor, which – was never gonna’ happen, let’s be real.” he snorts, giving his hands a gentle squeeze. the fondness in his gaze cannot be erased, not that he’s trying particularly hard. he wants mickey to know how he feels for him, to know how loved he was; he really had his choice of whoever he wanted. “sometimes you just have to prove people wrong for them to understand you know your own mind and goals better than they ever will, and just – deal with them pretending their support has always been that way, or their concerns were tough love or something like that…” he shakes his head, “you’ve proven everybody wrong. but you know i always believed in you. you’re a talented writer, and you can feel the passion in everything you put to paper. ‘least that’s what i’ve always felt.” he shrugs casually, bridging the gap between them slightly, as he takes a step closer. “i appreciate it. ‘m always here to read your stuff, ‘m always here for you in general. just hope you always remember that.” he winks, playfully – he’d say if he were asked, pearly whites displayed once again; brightening up his smile. his heart is violent as it slams against his ribcage, without thinking he cups his cheek with one hand, exhaling quietly. “i’ll always love you too.” he speaks quietly, sadly – almost. though his smile remains on his features, even if slightly dimmer. “i’m glad i came, even if it’s…weird seeing you with someone else. all i’ve ever wanted is for you to be happy, mickey. y’the most deserving of it. and i won’t be a grumpy fuck anymore, i promise. i won’t make you angry at me anymore…” he’d make sure of that, though that’s not to say he wouldn’t act terrible in a different way. still, he’d stick to his promises. no grumpy drew, no angry mickey. that was all he wanted now. 

all it takes for memories to flood back is just to be alone with drew and the air to be cleared. he knows what they had was genuine, and mickey was sure he’d never really, truly get over drew. he meant the world to him, and he only wanted the best for him... even if it wasn’t him, but drew seemed to think that was the case... he couldn’t disagree really. they’d been inseparable since they met all those days ago on a flight back to colorado from his school in minneapolis. andy had been so sweet to him, even invited him back into the pilot’s cabin... that was the first step to making mickey fall head over heels for him.... and those feelings were still there, backed up like a dam. he hated not being with drew, which wasn’t to say he wasn’t happy, but he certainly wasn’t as happy as he had been with drew. sure, they fought like hell and stung like bees, but the making up was always so romantic and perfect... he missed that. he missed being on his toes all the time. “ i can’t think of you bein’ anything but a pilot, ” mickey admits. a beat passes, “ well, maybe a model... ya’ve definitely got that goin’ for ya,” he adds on with a laugh.  “ your mom never really liked me, though, and don’t say that’s not true ‘cause you know it is, ”  warns mickey. everyone else had been very supportive of their relationship, even his own parents and sister—which came as a shock to even mickey. his sister was uptight about everything, she’d hated everyone he’d ever dated, even charlie. maybe that was clue that he was supposed to be with andrew... uh oh, he was already doubting his relationship with charlie, fuck. drew had a way of getting inside of his head. he liked it, but it made things so much more complicated. “ that’s true... i think that’s why i wanna do poetry more now. i think that people expect me to write another novel or some shit, and i have ideas, yes... but i like to do the unexpected, ” mickey elaborates, hand in hand with drew as they continue along the path beside the beach. the seagulls crooning, the waves crashing, the disheveling of the sand beneath their feet... it was all perfect, like something out of a movie. “ of course, i know that... and the opposite’s true for me too. i’m always here for you too, as long as you want me to be, ” he admits. it wasn’t easy to say, but mickey missed andrew quite a lot. he stayed up thinking about him often at night, wondering where in the world he was at that very moment... sometimes even in charlie’s bed. it made him feel guilty, but there wasn’t much he could do. maybe andrew deserved a second chance, maybe that was how the world was telling him. “ that’s sweet, ” his voice trails off. “ you don’t have to lie, y’know... if you’re not happy for me, i get it. i don’t think i’d be happy for you if you were with someone else... ” there it was; the cat was out of the bag... but he brushes it off soon enough, “ anyways... you think you’re strong enough to gimme a piggyback ride still, mr. tough guy ?? ” 

[ofasteroids]

albie windsor‌.

it feels as though a fire takes claim of his stomach and a wild fire at that as it surges through his entire frame. albert had often pictured such a scenario, though he’d always cursed himself for it, forced himself back down to earth with a crash. xavier feeling the same way he did was a thought he’d allowed to linger in the past, but he’d never allowed it to fester completely; always brushing it away once he realised how ridiculous he was being. now, with the younger boy touching him, he can’t contain is excitement and delight. his hand’s movements across his length become all the more pronounced, all the more desperate. he gasps; lashes fluttering as he takes note of the other’s hand wrapped around his length; albie’s free hand grasping at xavier’s bicep. “fuck,” he gasps; his gaze quickly meeting with his again, teeth gnawing at his bottom lip as his hips rock into his hand, needy for, “more…please,” he gasps; nails digging into his skin, whilst his other continues to work across his member. “need more.” 

if albie wanted more, then that was what he’d get. xavier would make sure of that. he leaves a kiss on albie’s lips before they latch onto his neck, sucking at the flesh... but almost in a flash, he pulls away and disappears under the frigid water. xavier’s hands bring the slightly older male as close as possible, resting firmly on his ass. his lips come to wrap around the head of his member, slowly bringing the older boy into his mouth completely. he’s not used to the feeling, but he definitely enjoyed it. xavier brings albie to the hilt of his throat, trying to replicate what he knew he himself liked... hoping it’d be good for albie. he knew they’d be in trouble beyond belief if they got caught, but it was late, and who the hell cared ?? albie was worth every ounce of trouble they could’ve gotten into. he bobs his head along albie’s length, looking up at him through the clear water... though he was distorted. that was the only thing he would’ve changed. he wanted to see the look on albie’s face, to know that he was making him feel pleasure.

[ofasteroids]

lockie martin‌.

he cocks a playful brow, feigning suspicion as he looks over at the younger male, “how’d you know it was my aim to make you cry during our wedding?” he questions, before laughter rolls off of his tongue. artie was cute, too cute almost, he could barely contain how endeared he was by him. he pokes at his nose as he scrunches it up, elbowing him back. it’s dangerous, he suspects, how right it feels having him resting against his chest. an arm coils around his frame, holding him close to his body as he scans for one of the movies that artie suggested, fingers on his free hand coming through the other prince’s hair without much thought. it was nice, feeling like he had a genuine bond with someone; something he never thought would happen again, let alone with who he was forced to marry. it didn’t feel like a forced arrangement anymore, not that they’d really spoken about it out loud, before. “eh, if you really cared about me, art, your body would do amazin’ things. like when mothers can pick up cars to save their kids, y’know the kind of thing…” he snorts, because he doubts he means that much to artie at all, but it’s a wistful thought. he liked seeing artem play around, he liked to see him let his hair down – so to speak. “i promise, i will protect you. not that i think anything will ever happen, ‘cause you’re too sweet. ‘m the one probably on – over a thousand hit lists, but still…i’ll make sure nothin’ happens to you.” and with that, he turns the movie on, free hand coiling around his frame now too, happier here than he’d have been at any event. “are you…scared about – marrying me? moving away from everything you know and…stuff?” he asks quietly, surprising himself with it – but far too curious.

there’s an influx of soaring butterflies erupting in his stomach the longer they’re together. lockie was far beyond his league, this artie knew... but that didn’t stop him from falling for him. his heart belonged to someone else, though, and artem rurik would never overstep that. no matter how much the fire inside of him wanted to do just that. “ i do care about you !! i think i‘d be able to do that for you... but probably only for you, ” artem admits, a chuckle falling off his lips. he was lacking when it came to the strength part by all means, but he’d do anything for lachlan. take a bullet, lift a car, you name it, and he’d do it. “ nothing’s gonna happen to you, lockie... i’ll make sure of it. use that sweet charm of mine to talk them out of it, and if that fails, i’ll kill them, ” he explains his plan to the new zealander, head resting on his chest. he never thought he’d be happy, not like this. but he was glad that’s how things were. he was happy to admire lachlan from the shadows, happy to be his biggest supporter. he was brilliant, artem knew that... and lockie seemed to always consider his opinion into whatever he was doing; they made a great team. they could conquer the world if they wanted to. “ i’m not scared at all, ” artem declares. “ i have spent the past few years worried about what my people would think about me if they found about my secret... and new zealand, well, they don’t care about whether or not i’m a real royal. a-and change is good, new zealand is beautiful... don’t think i could think of a better place o-or a better husband, ” he explains. “ are you worried about marrying me ?? ” artie has to know, he just had to.

[ofasteroids]

albie windsor‌.

he couldn’t describe it, the feeling that ran through his frame whenever they touched. the first time it happened was when they shook hands, and he’d convinced himself it was an electric shock of sorts. then it happens again, and he knows it’s not that – it’s different and he likes it, and he wants it to keep happening. a sip of his drink is taken before he follows xavier towards the lounge chairs, sitting down next to him quickly enough. he felt good, now. better than he had in – a while, actually. having xavier’s attention, how couldn’t he feel good. he also felt safe, too – which was weird, but he liked it. regardless of what happened between them, he hoped they could be friends, his desire to be around him growing each second that they are in one another’s company. “you’re kidding, right? everyone here is – wild, in a good way. i love ‘em, i think i’m kinda boring…considering.” he pouts for a beat, but can’t stop the laugh from falling shortly afterwards. he turns to face him, his fingers stroking across his wrist. “if you want to stay with me though, i won’t complain. far from it, actually.” nerves run through him, as well as comfort. it doesn’t make sense, the two shouldn’t coincide, yet they do. and he doesn’t hate them…quite the contrary. “what are you in here for then? anything in particular?” his gaze is transfixed, his frame directed towards xavier’s own. he didn’t want anyone else to even try and win him over. though he’d fight for it, prove that he was a worthy candidate. “i think we’re going to get on really well too, by the way. you’re amazing, i can already tell. and fit, which helps.” he teases it, surprised by himself, but by no means regretting it. 

perhaps he was getting ahead of himself, but he couldn’t help himself. there was absolutely no one else in the villa who had caught his eye like albie. he’d made him laugh on a couple of occasions, just from watching the show. he was very easy on the eyes—in fact, if xavier described his ideal man, he’d just describe albie in full detail. but albie didn’t know about his little crush yet, and xavier wasn’t sure about how to bring it up... so he figures it’s best leave that part out just yet. he’d just flirt and test the waters, and if the time was right, come the next coupling, xavier would choose albie. “ that’s the problem, everyone tries their hardest to be fuckin’ bonkers... but you, you’re real, you’re genuine. real funny too, ” xavier sings albie’s praises, his cheeks a bit flushed. “ ya’ve made me laugh, and god, you don’t make stupid ass mistake like most of these geezers. swear to god, some of ‘em are dumber than a pile of rocks, ” he speaks playfully, but make no mistake, his words were very genuine. “ course i wanna stay with you. you’re my new best friend, ” xavier answers with a cheerful smile as he settles down in the lounge chair next to albie, sipping at the drink in his glass. “ well, look who’s talkin’. you’re very good lookin’, and you’ve gotta personality unlike most of these lads here... so we’re already off to a good start, don’tcha think ?? ” teeth tug at his lips as he looks away from albie, scared of the answer he’ll hear next. “ how are, uh, things with chloe ?? if ya don’t mind my askin’, of course. ”