#gctfukcd

[atgvnpoint]

“Don’t play with me now, but if you want to test it. my reflexes are top tier, try me.” He winked at Benji encouraging him to do what was necessary to tests whatever he wanted. Erron wondered how the other would feel falling into his arms, would he feel soft and warm as he looked? And though this small interaction was something he didn’t expect, he was definitely soaking up every minute with the other. Erron has always been so free to speak anything about himself while keeping those smaller and deeper details to himself, he’s been an open book his whole life. It’s part of his charm in a way. Boarding was the least favorite things as a kid growing up. But he eventually got used to it, he was top of his class despite being known as the popular Russian American asshole, he even had his cousin who also went to boarding school just so he wouldn’t feel so alone. “I did, not the greatest of fun. Wasn’t the best experience not going to lie, made the most of those long years. Had my cousin with me on my mother’s side, controlled a lot of what went down. However, I’ve always been a good student despite our little clique of rebels.” It was surprising that he considered the idea of boarding school, thankfully that wasn’t the case. “Good, boarding school isn’t for everyone. A lot of shit goes down and as long as you don’t put your foot down and make a name of yourself, you’re a nobody.” The more they spoke, it felt like they were meant to meet, he doubted Benji felt this way but Erron did. Now the only thing left is to make the other his.

“I guess we’re much a like in some ways. My grandmother used to beat me with a wooden spoon and chase after me when I was what she called me malen'kiy dev which means little devil. I never listened to her, I’ve always been a little problem child in her eyes.” The moment you disrespected elders it’s game over, that he knew so well. Benji spoke about not eating not emptying your plate full of food, his grandparents would be extremely offended, unsure if that’s the best terminology but, old people and food was never a great mix either. He must say, the Italian falling from those sweet lips sounded like liquid honey. It was hot. “Damn, didn’t know Italian sounded so hot, maybe it’s because it came from your pretty mouth.” Again, throwing a few flirty remarks with a happy grin on his lips. “I’ll surely remember that, the phrase. I’ve seen Italian chefs and how passionate they are about food, I love the hand gestures too.” Smiling at Benji once more. After opening the door his smile grew brighter. “Tats aren’t for everyone, depends what you want to get. I got for meanings, things I like or find funny, and certain milestones or experiences in life. You I prefer the virgin skin, your tan should be admired. I’m sure you’re told often that you resemble an Angel.”

As he gazed at Benji who looked at the menu options, but his reaction to the things he said made the other look so damn adorable and the slap on his arm, he expected that. Erron laughed, “why shouldn’t I? And no  I never lack anything, my confidence is infinite. Trust me.” He says, keeping his gaze on he finally made a choice. He ordered their things and paid for it. And more questions were asked. While this seemed too good to be true, Erron wasn’t being someone he wasn’t, he didn’t fake being fun or overly confident. This is him. “Who am I to judge you Benji.” He says as they moved on the other side of the counter where they waited for their order. I’m a guy who flirts, I’m fun, I do fun things, enjoy life, I love the gym love getting fit. Flirting is something I do with people I like — and with people I find special. Thought I made it obvious since the start? what if you’re that special person and one I like? Hm, what then.” 

Erron shouldn't give Benji any ideas. But he couldn't help imagining how it would feel to land in those arms. Damn, Benji wanted to punch himself in the face for even thinking something like that. They will surely never see each other again after this. This was something Benji reminded himself of over and over again, so he wouldn't enjoy Erron's company too much. At least he could learn a bit from Erron's experiences. Maybe Richard did one good thing by not letting Benji attend a boarding school. He wouldn't have managed to make a name for himself – at least not in a good way.

Talking to the other man was easy and refreshing at the same time. Why was he enjoying the other's presence just so much already? He could only hurt himself if he enjoyed it all too much and that was a huge problem. Benji did so well with building a wall around him to keep himself safe and secure but Erron somehow just jumped over the wall with too much ease. Benji was fascinated how much they had in common especially when it came to their experiences with their grandmothers. But it was the compliment on his Italian that eventually made Benji's cheeks flare up in a bright red. The young man cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. ❝Flirting again?!❞ Benji's tongue traced over his lips. ❝Thank you though. I take that as a compliment. But I'm glad you like the hand gestures. We talk more with our hands and our eyes than with our mouth at times.❞ His blue eyes lingered on the handsome face of the other man. ❝I didn't think you'd like virgin skin though. But wow, an angel? No, I never heard that before. The compliments I got before are not PG.❞ It wasn't a lie but he also wasn't proud of it. Yet, he was surprised that someone like Erron really invited him for coffee and a treat. This was a first but it was causing his heart to beat much faster than before. What was this man even doing to Benji?

After Erron ordered for them, they moved to the other side of the counter. Oh, he could see how much of a flirt and fun guy he was. It didn't seem fake to Benji which fascinated him even more. Benji leaned a bit against the counter after closing the distance between them by taking one step closer to the other. ❝That's weird. Excuse my confusion. I am not sure why someone as fun and handsome as you would want to spend time with someone like me. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy that you decided to spend your precious time with me. You really are fun. Just don't make me fall for you or something because that would mean you'd have to spend more time with me.❞ Benji tapped against Erron's strong chest with his flat palm. Mistake. Big mistake. Now that Benji somehow felt that chest, he wanted to know what the other was hiding under his shirt. Quickly, he pulled his hand back and looked over to the person who prepared their order. ❝Why don't you have a girl- or boyfriend?❞ Benji finally asked, turning his head to Erron. ❝Or do have one and you still enjoy flirting with people you just met?❞ // @gctfukcd

[neonvvaves]

from here . / @gctfukcd

"darling, i'd  never  throw  this  away,"  he  says  while  gazing  right  at  fenix.  there's  weight  to  those�� words,  an  unspoken  promise.  no  matter  how  much  time  passes,  or  how  many  miles  stretch  between  them,  ezekiel  will  always  be  there  for  fenix  ( and  kill  for  him  too. )  seeing  that  smile  makes  ezekiel's  usual  sharp,  wild  edges  calm  down  a  little  more.  feels  like  he  can  breathe  when  they're  together.  "i  use  it  a lot.  actually  it's  my  favorite."  deft  fingers  spin  the  knife,  something  he  does  subconsciously  most  of  the  time.  "been  a  while,  since  i've  been  to  your  bar.  maybe  i  should  pay  a  visit  next  time?"  a  playful  smile  accompanies  that  question.  at  fenix's  words,  ezekiel  lets  out  a  laugh.  it's a  sound  that's  genuine  rather  than  whatever  artificial,  deranged  joy  he  shows  when  torturing  nicely  interrogating  people.  "perhaps  a  bit  of  flirting,  but  mostly  worry."  he  reaches  out,  fingers  skating  down  fenix's  arm.  "think  the  real  question  is  when  do  i  not  miss  you?"

[cherrygrxves]

closed starter for gctfukcd | based on x

"adriel, don't give me no bullshit ⸺ who the fuck is she?" underneath the anger that she felt, what she hadn't taken a second to think about was why she cared? this was just hooking up, right? dark hues see nothing but red in the moment, and she didn't have any sense of remorse for the girl that was standing just near him.

[bittcrsuite]

continued from here ♡ ( @gctfukcd )

of course she knew he wanted more than that. he wasn't exactly shy about his feelings towards her, no matter how hard she tried to ignore them. "i don't know if that's such a good idea." she frowned, eyes catching his for a beat. "we drive each other crazy when we're together, noah. it's toxic."

[atgvnpoint]

erron liked what he heard. carrying this beautiful specimen of a man he'll never throw away that opportunity or else he'll regret it for the rest of his life. " hey my arms could use some attention but the invitation to carrying you in my arms will always be available for when you need someone to embrace you, i'm all for hugs. two left feet is hot what are you talking about. Think of it this way, you have someone to save you from your fall." he said softly just for Benji's ears only. he had to be honest with himself too, he'd do more than hug the other. Erron didn't want to think about anything near sexual or even stealing a kiss but could anyone blame him ? Benji is a hot guy, an angelic looking one. While the other explained a little, giving a small glimpse about his family and italian roots that fascinated him. for once someone worthy of a decent conversation, this erron found attractive too. "Good, none of my friends know how hard it is, my mother has always been so fucking strict. she forced me to learn russian i never cared to learn, traveled back and forth from the states to belarus during the summer. i hated going to those lame boarding schools, but the cool thing is i got to rule it given who my mother is, that's a conversation for another time. " he added. " russian culture varies i guess, we're very affectionate with friends and physical too, not like that. you know the touchy feely thing. We love to share, we're strict and you have to be polite but we're so bad in wanting to get to the nitty gritty of things. It's annoying, my first year in boarding school i had trouble understanding things because russian's never get to the point. can't forget about the food, we eat a lot too. but watch out for the old people they will get offended if you don't eat their food." he pointed at least his grandparents are that way. " what about your italian roots, how's the culture besides the st. peter's basilica, colosseum and tower of pisa. i've been only to Galleria Doria Pamphilj, school field trip." showing Benji yet another smile, ones that many have fallen for but something told him that it'll take more than just a flirty smile to win Benji over. and he was very much wiling to risk it all for this man.

"oh my tats, yeah someone always has something nice to say or flirt their way to me by using my tats as an excuse. i'm glad you find them appealing." looking down at his tatted hands, the veins protruding out as he opened and closed it. However, it seemed that Benji was fascinated by tattoos but wasn't into getting tatted himself. respect, not many wanted tattoos anyway. "i admire that, sometimes it's best to look and admire than get something on your skin that will stay forever on your skin. I mean, you got the body for a nice tat, but that means people will stop admiring your tanned skin." it felt nice to connect with someone, it's obvious they could talk about anything. "Ah, it's always the dumb parents with their dumb ideas about who they want you to marry or who is suitable for you. and none of those people are worth it in the end. So no spicy foods then, noted. You seem to not like spending time with your father, makes sense why you'd be in the club with those creepy fellas." looking at Benji but also checking him out at the same time.

He felt those eyes look his way whenever Erron looked elsewhere. "Nah, i'm not. I've helped a few of my friends get to their desired physique. I do it out of passion and it's become a great hobby for me, let's me get lost and far away from my parents, mostly my mother. lady is annoying." he said making a face while giving a shake of his head. "i've attended body building competitions only did it once, it was a goal of mine a few years back." meeting Benji's gaze finally, those beautiful eyes sparkled a bit yet looking deeper there was another twinkle that resembled sadness. He cut through the crowd ahead of them as they finally reached the cafe in question, heading inside, holding the door for Benji. "study, work and clubbing. rinse and repeat right. boxing and weight training, see, i knew i liked you." he pointed at benji with his index finger, a grin on his lips. Despite the small details of his life there was something about the other that caught on to Erron, those eyes said something else while his mouth spoke and spoke. He made with the other to the menu, the cafe had macro decent pastries, others were protein based. Laughing as he looked from the menu to Benji. "Mm, yeah jokes on you i love a little pain. i'm a lover not a fighter Benji, careful don't fall in love with me, it's contagious." while he debated on a the pastries, a banana strawberry smoothie that had high protein caught his interest. Until Benji compliment making Erron tear his eyes away from the menu. " too late, i think you've made me smile more than once. And if you trip, i'll catch your fall." leaning down to whisper against Benji's ear. "trust me, i will." leaning back, he finally picked a huge danish pastry with berry jam on top. "i'm ready to order, have you picked something or were you too distracted by me. hoping for the last part handsome."

What was this man even doing to him? Benji tried his best to think straight and concentrate on his movements, but the more Erron talked, the harder it will become. How could he talk about hugs and catching him so easily? Was this just another tactics to lure Benji into his bed? That wouldn't be a first. Why should a decent man even look his way? ❝I'm almost tempted to fall just to test your reaction.❞ And that wasn't even a lie. Benji couldn't help but wonder how it feels to be in those strong arms. No, he shouldn't even think about this any further. Hoping that he wasn't showing his thoughts on his face, Benji cleared his throat and concentrated on their conversation again. Listening to Erron's story was luckily distracting enough. The last thing Benji needed right now was to develop some dumb crush because this would never end well.

❝You went to boarding school? Wow, okay. I always thought that they are a great experience to be honest. Then I might have to thank my father for not sending me to a boarding school. Trust me, I begged him to send me to a boarding school in Italy but he didn't want that.❞ The reason as to why Richard didn't want him to go was something Benji kept to himself. But he liked how open Erron seemed to be. Those stories about Russian culture sparked Benji's interest quite a lot. There were definitely huge differences in the Italian culture from what Benji could tell. ❝Yeah, I know what you mean. Italians have this touchy-feely thing. It's fascinating how many things our cultures have in common but some things are just absolutely different. The strict thing, we don't have that. Not getting to the point, yes I know that very well. And respecting elders, definitely. Don't ever say no to the food of your grandmother or you are screwed. Once told my grandma that I had already eaten and felt full. Do you know her reaction?❞ Benji pinched the fingers on both hands, making the typical Italian pinched fingers. ❝Che stai dicendo, paratino? Sei troppo magro!!!❞ He imitated his grandmother and rolled his eyes. ❝That means: What do you mean, little potato? You are too thin!❞ He shrugged again. ❝Italians are very proud of their food culture, that's really important.❞ Damn this smile. Unfortunately, Benji looked at Erron the moment he gave Benji that dashing smile. Quickly, he lowered his head again, trying to focus on his feet while they walked inside the coffee shop. Now this man even held the door open for him. That was new and Benji's heart was reacting right away. This wasn't good. ❝I don't mind that the tat would stay on my skin forever. But do you really think it would suit me? Always heard the opposite.❞

He looked up to Erron again, chuckling again but also shaking his head. Erron was a fun person, and he managed so easily that Benji felt comfortable around him. Tearing his gaze away from the other man, Benji rather focused on the menu for now. Everything looked so good, it was hard to choose but Benji knew that he wouldn't go for the high-protein options. With his eyebrow raised, he looked over to Erron again. ❝Oh wow. Erron! What?! The?! You can't say stuff like that.❞ Playfully, Benji slapped the other man's arm. ❝A lover, not a fighter. Damn, I have never heard that one. You really don't lack confidence, don't you?❞ Benji smirked a little. ❝I'll have Latte Macchiato and the cinnamon roll over there,❞ he pointed at the huge cinnamon roll with some cream cheese frosting on top. Of course, he didn't care about the calories right now even though he should be careful. Eating too much will only result in more sports tomorrow. ❝Are you going to judge me now? Someone who is into fitness as you are probably counting calories a lot. Are you flirting like this with everyone? Or can I feel special? Because, you definitely are flirting. I can tell.❞ // @gctfukcd

[youngsgod]

" what do you mean the door is stuck ? well get it unstuck ! "

[scftlightz]

@gctfukcd gets  a  closed  starter  ! muse  :  merin byrne - 30 - bisexual - mob wife & jewelry designer - oliv.ia co.oke. plot : here

"  i  don't  care  what  you  do,  but  when  you  make  decisions,  you're  making  them  for  the  both  of  us  now.  "

[cherrysugcr]

"I'm just saying, if you're open to us getting married I'm not going to pass up the opportunity to be committed to the person who fucks me best in this world." Oliver shrugged not shy at admitting how he felt. While he hadn't explored a romantic connection with Jagger before there seemed to be mutual feelings between them. "Are you kidding no, I want to be the boy toy. I want to stay fit and hot forever for you or my husband or both." He smirked enjoying the idea of teasing the other that he could end up with someone else. "And I'll be the stay at home husband, I'll happily let you be the working man." He laughed reaching over squeezing his arm. "Jagger for someone who doesn't seem to be open to commitment you seem like you would make a great husband. I doubt you would give me the ick. Oh and the divorce thing is kind of a family rule." He rolled his eyes knowing it sounded crazy. "When we get married we stick by the person we chose no matter what happens, or well I've heard rumors of what's happened in special cases. I have faith we wouldn't have to worry about that though. So is this you proposing marriage or monogamy at least?"

"Eager to get hitched with me aren't we. Still think i'm your best option for that ? i mean you still have time to give it some thought." Maybe Jagger wanted to make the other happy, but was marriage the solution to a long happiness. "So you want a boy toy on your bed waiting for you or do you want the whole package deal that comes with marriage Oliver. Being a stay at home husband wouldn't be fun, i need to explore things and i do have a damn job, unless you want to be kinky and chain me up." Giving his shoulders a shrug. Jagger loved some BDSM from time to time. He had to make sex spicy and entertaining after all. "What if i chain you up to the bed instead, keep you waiting for me in the bedroom. Oh, are you sure you wouldn't get bored of me, annoyed by me smothering you with attention. The last thing i want is to give you the ick. And how come divorce isn't allowed, is that some sort of family blood oath or tradition. The only way i'd divorce you is if you fuck some other guy and cheat on me. Or fuck a guy in front of me and enjoy it. "

[maldxta]

[ 🌺 ] @gctfukcd continued from here

🌺    ⋆˚࿔ 𐀔   ❝ you know, i only asked you out of courtesy, right? ❞ ysla snapped, her fingers worked quickly at the zipper, though she hardly pulled anything out. it was mostly to avoid looking at him. ❝ i didn’t think you’d actually accept the invitation and show up. ❞ why had she thought this could be civil? this was blake, after all—her ex, her headache in human form. and now, he was sprawled on her side of the bed, grinning like the devil himself. ysla turned, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. ❝ and the right side? seriously? you know that’s my side. it’s always been my side. ❞  realizing that she was making a big deal out of nothing, ysla let out a sharp sigh. ❝ fine. you want to share? then we’re setting some rules. ❞ she grabbed one of the extra pillows from the chair and marched over to the bed, fluffing it unnecessarily hard before placing it directly down the middle. ❝ this is your side. this is my side. ❞ jabbing at the pillow wall for emphasis, her glare daring him to challenge her. ❝ you stay on yours, i’ll stay on mine. if i wake up tomorrow and your elbow, or your leg, or anything else is even remotely near me, i will not hesitate to push you off the bed or worse, strangle you with a pillow. got it? ❞

[othcrworlds]

@gctfukcd

[sweetsirenitas]

She could feel his focus on her, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly in a way she hoped he wouldn't notice. "Well manners matter," she joked with a small laugh. Her hands laced behind her back as she felt a knot in her stomach loosen when he agreed to go out wit her. "I don't know, you are intimidating, but more so in the way that is unexpected." She admitted cautiously. "I wasn't sure what you were gonna think, tiki bar at seven sounds good. Does that mean we get umbrella's in our drinks? And you wont tease me when I get something ridiculously sweet?"

she got his undivided attention, eyes totally on her while she spoke in her cute soft voice. and when she asked him out which was rare in his book, he smiled. " just cause' you asked nicely." he teased still giving his sweet smile. " sure, i'm up for a drink. well you did surprise me by asking me out, typically no one has the guts to do that. some say i'm very intimidating." broad shoulders shrug. " malibu's tiki bar & lounge, at seven ? does that sound good. "

[atgvnpoint]

Erron’s fascination with this particular club was because he was able to get the easiest catch of the night. Everyone here didn’t care who they went home with, Erron didn’t. Sometimes he came alone other times with his friends, there were many nights where he scored big and other nights were not to his liking. One too many times he left his dates and his one night stands in the club, yeah he’s an asshole for that but why should he stay when most of those people bored him. There were many nights he wished he had something different, someone who wasnt like everyone else. Perhaps he wasn’t sure what he was looking for but he knew for some reason, life placed this man before him. He didn’t understand why, that became an interesting realization tonight. “Consider yourself lucky he didn’t drag you there, and good for saying no. Boundaries you know.” He also realized how much he liked this man, maybe a bit too much. Erron wouldn’t deny the fact the other had kissable lips, he could already envision the sweet sounds slipping from it. Aside from his immaculate physique, that wasn’t the reason the other stood out to him. He played the role of a good submissive cookie but has this spunk feistiness that pulled him in. “Maybe that guy had little dick energy.” He chuckled. The subtle touches sparked something yet Erron couldn’t understand it fully, as they made it outside. His lips curled into a smile. “Weird for walking on two left feet? I think that shit is cute. If you are dizzy, remember I’m here to catch your fall.” Throwing another of his smooth remarks. 

“Yep, I’m Russian on my mom’s side. American on my dad’s, got the best of the two terrifying worlds. Not bragging here but growing up with two cultures kinda suck.” He shrugged, not wanting to ruin the night with shit talk about his family and upbringing, that was a no-no. It felt so nice getting to do something out the usual bullshit and treat yourself to someone new, someone exciting. “I did, do I get a reward for guessing right?” he said teasingly, looking at Benji then. “The ocean is beautiful, peaceful. All your shitty thoughts go away when you marvel at the beauty nature placed before you.” He starts and smiles, looking away from the other to look ahead at their path, passing by other people. And when Benji pointed out by complimenting his tats, quickly taking a glance at his hand. “Oh, these? your the first to compliment them, not like I expect anyone to do so but the majority only see the muscles. Don’t tell me you got a thing for men and tats? but thank you.” Brows furrow when the other spoke about being boring, so far that wasn’t the case for Erron, Benji kept a good conversation going, another realization hit, how easy it was to talk to Benji. “You boring? I beg to differ — you surf, that’s interesting. You like the beach, also interesting, you don’t like spicy foods noted, I’ll make sure you find the nearest bathroom if you ever eat spicy anything under my watch. Honestly, I find it interesting how a good, pretty handsome man like you finds his nights here. It’s okay if you don’t want to get into that, I’m everyone has a story to tell. And I’m ver invested in getting to know you. As for me, when I’m not looking at pretty people having a shit night at the club with gross older men, you’ll catch me at the gym every day, I’ll have cheat or rest days depending on my diet. But the gym is my second home, maybe even the love of my life.” He said jokingly. “What about you, when you’re not here with some random dude, or surfing what do you do?” Reaching the street of the cafe, Erron looked over at the other wanting to know everything he can about Benji. 

Benji tried his best not to look at the other man's body or anything like that. Whenever Erron spoke, Benji made sure to look only into his eyes or not at all. After all, Benji knew himself and his weaknesses best. Men with muscles and tattoos were one of his weaknesses, especially if they had visible veins on their hands and arms. And the only reason why Benji didn't allow himself to check this man out more was because he didn't want to jump from one disaster to the next. Maybe Erron was a nice guy and good company for now, but Benji had his doubts that they'd see each other again after this little coffee meeting. Or maybe he should just look, go back to his usual flirting habits, have a nice time, and THEN never see Erron again. Benji figured he shouldn't completely dismiss the second option. The gentle remark made him laugh softly. ❝Oh, I'm sure you'd be strong enough to carry me and I'm almost tempted to test it, but I'm fine. Still, yeah, I don't like to admit it but I'm blessed with two left feet. As long as I am focused and not distracted by my surroundings, I can stay on my feet.❞

Hearing about Erron's background sparked quite some interest in Benji. He always connected a little better with people who had roots in other countries and cultures. But Erron was the first person he met with Russian roots which made it quite more interesting to talk to him. ❝I know what you mean, about the two cultures. My parents are both Italian. Well, my grandparents from my father's side are immigrants, so my Dad grew up here. You can say he is an Italian-American who has no clue about his Italian roots anymore. But the person who raised me after my mother's death is a full, native Italian who raised me the Italian way, the way my mother wanted. Though, like you I grew up with two cultures.❞ he explained calmly and with no negative emotions at all so the topic wouldn't grow sour or anything. ❝What's the Russian culture like?❞ Was he too curious now? Maybe he should educate himself a little more. Yet, he was more fascinated hearing that Erron had the same opinion about the ocean as Benji. Maybe this connected them a little more than Benji wanted to admit. Couldn't Erron say something very unattractive now? Benji pressed his lips together for a second before tearing his gaze away from those pretty tattoos back to Erron's face. Though, this was not the best idea either. The smile made him look even more handsome. Benji's throat went dry for a bit and a certain dizziness took over him again.

❝No? I thought people compliment your tattoos often. They look very well made and very artistic.❞ A little embarrassed, Benji rubbed the back of his neck, trying to focus on his steps just to make sure he wouldn't trip over something. ❝Let's say, I like tattoos. Don't have any on my skin. It's not like I don't want any, but I figured they wouldn't look good on me. So I like admiring the art on other people's skin.❞ He lowered his hand again, hoping that he somehow managed to explain things without stating the truth: he had a weakness for men with tattoos. And could Erron STOP being this charming? Without any effort, he made Benji laugh again. This time, the young man reached out to slap Erron's arm very gently. ❝Hey, don't talk about the spicy, hot bathroom tortures. They are no fun. But as for why I'm here--- It's not that deep. I had to get out of the house. Probably the only Italian culture thing my father adapted: you live at home with your parents until you get married or until you are in your thirties. I have no say in where I want to live. So basically my day is all about studying and working and my free time I spend with my father under the same roof. So I just try to get out as much as possible. Not that deep.❞ And again, Benji played it down, leaving out very important parts but he was surprised that he told Erron that much. Maybe he hoped the other would be weirded out by the fact that a young man in his mid twenties still lived with his parents (or father). Erron seemed to live a much more regular life.

For the first time, Benji allowed himself to have his gaze wander over the other's body. He couldn't see much, but what he saw impressed him quite a bit. ❝Are you doing it professionally? I mean, as a personal trainer or are you attending these body builder competitions or something?❞ Their gaze met when Erron looked over to him. Benji gave the other a quick smile before turning his head to the cafe he could see a few steps away from them. ❝Ah well, as I said I study and work. I am in law school and work at a law firm. I run each morning before work. I do weight training two times a week. Well, more like once a week and the other time it's combined with boxing training.❞ And again, he left out the most. Benji didn't mention how much he hated boxing, he also left out that his love was coding, hacking, gaming and everything related to the computer. Being a nerd was not attractive and Benji knew better than to mention that. ❝So be careful around me. I can sue you and break your nose. Not necessarily in that order.❞ Benji turned his head to Erron again and smirked a bit. ❝Your smile is handsome by the way. You should smile more. But don't smile at me too much. I might trip.❞ // @gctfukcd

[youngsgod]

" is this flattery or bribery ? "

[sickhearteda]

"do you ever get tired of sounding like a broken record? i'm not trying to put the blame on you or anything like that, neither of us are at fault here. i just wanna feel like you actually want me, that you desire me. . maybe i'm being stupid."

"well, why be with me if it seems like i'm the problem. we've worked on our differences, that hasn't worked. what do you want then ?? i've asked you and yet no answer. you can pin all the blame on me, crucify me i guess. there's not many options pumpkin, either we find the root of the problem or part ways."

[atgvnpoint]

"can be considered as such, but i wasn't. you happened to stand out to me for awhile." and given his observations, it seemed this man hid things, deep dark things that would always get him to this same club with a different guy. erron wasn't judgy guy, he always wondered what's so fascinating about these older pricks anyway. maybe that's a question he'll ask, people had interesting and questionable answers. As they made their way outside. "oh, good. i love it when pretty guys get too curious. don't worry precious, you won't regret it. besides that prick you came with would've taken you to a tacky and sketchy place." he shrugged, the world is an evil place. They hit it off with the introduction, learning their names. Although Eroon already gave him a sweet nickname, that's new. he never gives nicknames but he assumed that came out naturally. and they even got touchy which is also a bonus. "as if anyone would care, but i must my name rolls nice out your mouth." he teased lightly. "What are we apologizing for ?? i'm not hazardous. You can touch all you want."

after giving Benji permission to touch him, he had a feeling the question would be asked about the nickname. he had to thank his russian roots for this. smiling and laughing softly, erron looked at his handsome companion for the night. "It's russian, solntse moye means : my sun. you give me someone who would rather spend his days under the sun in the ocean. besides, i think the sun has kissed you way too many times." erron noticed the nice tanned flesh that his shirt hid underneath it. "i don't usually give out nicknames, guess you made it easy for me." his words filled with sincerity. "Oh good, i had to ask but i obviously didn't want to take you to somewhere where the food would be lethal. I'll remember that, no spicy foods. Besides if all goes good, i'm aware of the things you don't like."

Why was this guy so nice? Benji was confused even though he tried not to make it too obvious. Men around his age have never been very nice to him unless they wanted something. And this something was money. So was Erron here for money? Then again, how should Erron know anything about Benji's family situation. At least the older guys he was with were interested in him (well in his body). Benji scratched the back of his head, almost a little embarrassed. Not the nicknames made him dizzy and confused, it was what Erron said about that guy Benji was with not too long ago. ❝I doubt that he wanted to take me anywhere but the restrooms. He wanted to have sex and I said no. Wasn't in the mood, you know? That made him angry, I guess.❞ Benji lowered his hand again and shrugged. It was the story of his life, but again that wasn't something he wanted to discuss with a man he just met. Quickly, he pulled his hand away from Erron after he touched the other's wrist. ❝Uhm, the fresh air made me a little dizzy. Don't want you to think I'm weird.❞ Benji explained and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his pants instead. Erron was definitely a smooth talker, but it bothered Benji that he couldn't figure out what the other wanted. Could he be from a group his father had beef with? Oh, maybe this was an attempt to kidnap him? Good. Wouldn't be the first time anyway.

❝Russian?❞ Immediately, Erron had Benji's full attention again who seemed shocked and intruiged at the same time. ❝ So, you speak Russian?❞ Blue eyes lingered on the tattooed man curiously. That would fit Benji's theory of Erron belonging to an enemy group, but he refrained from mentioning something like that. Flustered, he lowered his head a bit and chuckled. ❝You are a good observer. It's true. I spend most of my free time at the ocean during summer. I surf a lot.❞ Slowly, Benji lifted his right hand again, having it slip out of the pocket just to point at Erron's hand. ❝I like your tattoos. At least the ones I can see, they look really nice.❞ Maybe tattoos were quite a weakness of his even though Benji didn't want to admit that to himself. He didn't have any on his body, mainly because he is certain that it won't suit him well, but he liked them on other people. ❝Hm, I can tell you now that there isn't much I don't like. When it comes to food, I mean. Actually, I'm a very boring person you are surely much more interesting than me. So, Erron, if you don't hang out in some club watching a dude like me having a very bad day, what are you usually doing?❞ // @gctfukcd

[youngsgod]

" oh baby , don't even bother - i've been part of the boys club for years now . literally nothing surprises me or grosses me out anymore . "