#ch . samual castilla

[legatumhominis]

- @outoflineinc

> text: chesh 💕჻ so it’s almost midnight

> text: chesh 💕჻ is it in bad taste if I say I’ve been thinking about you all day? cause I was sitting at work and all I could think about were your hands

> text: chesh 💕჻ that and your cock ;)

> text: chesh 💕჻ going out on a limb and gonna say it...sam I wanna choke on it

> text: chesh 💕჻ respectfully of course

[legatumhominis]

 - @outoflineinc .

Let’s get the outta here, huh? 

“I’d like that, Chesh.”

It’s so funny how they’d meant to get to the house, back behind closed doors. But there’s a quiet sort of hunger that’s been swelling now that Matthew knows what to do with it. Samual is warm and solid and god he’s not sure it it’s the costume or the fact he’d followed Stella’s advice or -- or -- “Sam, f-fuck, Sam slow down,” he gasps, no, whines it breathlessly in the stuffy air of the old van because they’d scarcely made it inside before Sam’s hands wandered and Matthew’s control dissipated into nothing. Somewhere between those thumbs running along garters and up up up, his knees gave out. His wig is falling off, hair knotted up and one of his gloves is somewhere in the front seat.

And Sam-

“Fuck,” Matthew croaks out with a choked whine, fingers twisted into dark hair while he looks up at him with blown pupils and spread thighs. His mouth aches, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. Only he says it and all too soon is pulling Sam closer, chasing his mouth with a whine. A leg is hooked over his hip and those familiar hands have him trembling. All the times he’s slept with other men it’d never really prepared him for this, for Sam. And maybe because he’d been so fucking blindsided by his feelings when it’d all clicked. “Sam, fuck Sam.” Hands on his thighs have him arching, face hot when the short skirt rides up and lacey white panties are shown off. Matthew is sure they’ll end up ripped somewhere in here too because of the look in those dark eyes.

There’s so much purple left discarded somewhere near their feet and all he can taste is strawberries and Sam. A shaking breath rattles free and he breathes out, rambling now on his mouth, “I know, god I know it was too much. Just figured it’d be something you’d like cause I didn’t know and boxers looked too weird and-”

[legatumhominis]

@outoflineinc .

> text: chesh ♕ ჻ yknow thinking about it, you might be on to something

> text: chesh ♕ ჻ going about my day and not giving him attention seems to help. a lot. i still hate him though

> text: chesh ♕ ჻ did you want to grab lunch again today?

> text: chesh ♕ ჻ i miss grilled cheese, i haven’t seen him in two days

> text: chesh ♕ ჻ seeing you is nice too i guess ;)

[legatumhominis]

-- @outoflineinc​

“I don’t know why Sam, I was such an idiot.”

Pacing his apartment, he’s more than a little restless after last night. Fireworks aside, well, Matthew hadn’t slept for a lot of reasons. “Yeah, I guess I thought hey everyone deserved a second chance but I literally kissed the equivalent of my disney supervillain. And then--! Then he shoves me and bolts off like I’d punched him or something.”

Dropping onto his couch there’s a frustrated exhale.

“I really really fuckin’ hate that guy. Why the hell did I think kissing him would change that?”

[legatumhominis]

- @outoflineinc

“Do you ever wonder if reindeers are just a subspecies of unicorns?”

There’s some hallmark movie on and Matthew is glad for once he’s managed to convince Sam to close the shop for the whole day. Of course he won’t mention the fact he bought out the time with the pretense of spending a holiday together. It’s just a Wednesday and he knows it’s not an actual holiday but he’d thought it’d been funny when he said it over the phone. Holi Day Sam, get it? Either way, they’re on the old couch and he’s pressed into the mess of blankets and pillows with the weight of his-

Yeah he’s still working on that.

Samual is tucked between his legs, head on his chest and Matthew can’t remember a time he’d been more comfortable. His fingers pause just a moment curling and brushing through Samual’s hair. “Or are they closer to pegasi? Yknow they can fly and all.”

[legatumhominis]

The Cat only grinned when it saw Alice. It looked goodnatured, she thought: still it had very long claws and a great many teeth, so she felt it ought to be treated with respect. “Cheshire Puss,” she began, rather timidly, as she did not at all know whether it would like the name: however, it only grinned a little wider. “Come, it’s pleased so far,” thought Alice, and she went on, “Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to walk from here?” “That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,” said the Cat. “I don’t much care where—” said Alice “Then it doesn’t matter which way you walk,” said the Cat. “— so long as I get somewhere,” Alice added as an explanation. “Oh, you’re sure to do that,” said the Cat, “if you only walk long enough.” @outoflineinc

[legatumhominis]

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“Cheesey boy, cmere you ginger gremlin.”

Kneeling down in the alley with a few plastic bags hanging off his arm, there’s a bright smile given towards the tabby lazily prowling closer. Of course he’d promise Sam lunch and it wasn’t too difficult to have it delivered. Today though was a bit of a surprise in that he’d managed to deliver it himself. Sushi as promised, with a small box specifically for the tired looking shop cat presently trilling up at him with a loud purr.

Matthew had an immediate fondness for the cat his first time Sam introduced him to Grilled Cheese. He’d never seen a more affectionate creature quite like the ginger tabby presently pushing up into his hand with a mewl. “Don’t worry,” he says with a chuckle, “I got you lunch too sweet boy.” Opening the styrofoam box and offering up the thick cuts of fatty tuna, Matthew gives an affectionate little scratch between the cat’s ears. He’s not surprised when Grilled Cheese inhales two pieces and he drops the rest on the ground for the cat to eat at his leisure with one last ruffle to ginger fur.

Pushing to his feet, there’s a slight flush as he realizes he’s been caught red handed. Matthew grins sheepishly up at Samual and holds out the plastic bags. “I meant to surprise you, yknow. Sushi as promised.”

[legatumhominis]

text ✉ sam & matthew

> text: old man ♕ ჻  [ 1 attachment ]

> text: old man ♕ ჻ kind of a handful right? ;)