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Manscend - Manscend. - Tumblr Blog
Michael Evans Behling - All American
Season 6, Episode 5: Trust Issues
Isaac Cole Powell - Modern Love
Season 2, Episode 4: A Life Plan for Two, Followed by One (2021)
Richard Harmon and Jordan Buhat Margaux (2022) dir. Steven C. Miller
Ben could feel Jaime's cock bulging through his boxers, rutting against Ben's abdomen with nothing but a thin bit of fabric separating them. "I-" he thought for a second, "there were a couple guys in college, but uh, you sure Jaime?" Ben asked, taking just a second to clarify, "Because I've been thinking about fucking you for months, but I ain't small." That was a truth that would be hard for Jaime to wrap his mouth around, let alone what Ben could only imagine had to be a tight ass. Ben sat up at height, looking down at his boy's flushed skin and parted lips. His fingers slipped under the waistband of his boxers and pulled his hefty cock out enough so that it could bounce against his son's waist. "Why don't you show your daddy how bad you want it?"
Jaime froze for a brief moment and opened his mouth to apologize. He should not have kissed his father’s neck like that. He couldn’t help himself, he thought of an excuse but his panic was interrupted by the older male’s pleading words. His father was not reprimanding him, he wanted him too. “I'll stay.” He said quietly before their lips touched. His hands gripped his old man’s waist tightly as he deepened the kiss, his cock bulging under his boxers as he made out with his dad. “Fuck” he whimpered. “Sorry.” He added between kisses, out of habit. He pulled away from the kiss to gaze into his eyes, to make sure he wasn’t imagining it. “Have you ever been with a guy, dad?” He asked, “I want you to fuck me. Is that okay?” It wasn't okay, and he knew it, but he still wanted it.
"Its been just us two for a long time, Jaime. I'm not ready to drop that down to one." Ben lifted his arm and welcomed the other in closer as the warmth of his son's body pressed against him. If he hadn't been in trouble before then this had to be worse, he could feel the blood rushing to his cock and idly groaned as Jaime's lips started to move against his neck. What the fuck was even happening? "Tom. Right. Yeah." Ben cleared his throat, mind suddenly going blank as the gears in his head started to turn: Jaime was in his bed, their nearly bare bodies pressed against each other, and now Jaime was kissing him. One, swift move and Jaime was beneath him, pinned between the mass of muscle and the soft bed underneath. Ben hesitated, his lips hovered over the other as a hand moved along Jaime's thigh, lifting the other's leg a bit as he did. "Then stay." Ben said instead, his knee pushed Jaime's legs apart, "Don't go. Stay with me." He brought his mouth down without waiting for an answer, covering Jaime's lips with his own as his swollen cock stretched the fabric of his boxes and pressed between Jaime's thighs.
Jaime couldn’t help but smile with relief. He also dreaded moving out and not being a part of his father’s life anymore. “Really?” He was slightly bewildered. “I thought you couldn’t wait to have the house all to yourself.” His clothes smelled of weed and he was quick to discard them to a corner of the room and slipped into bed in his boxers. He laid on his side, facing his father, tangled their legs and moved as close as physically possible to him. “You know Tom, scrawny little nerd guy that comes over to game with me sometimes.” He shrugged it off. “If I’m being honest, I have more fun being home and hanging out with you. I just don’t want to be the weirdo that spends every Saturday night with his dad, you know?” He moved closer and snuck his face against the crook of his dad’s neck, taking in his scent. He was feeling needy. “I love you, dad. I don’t want to leave you.” He murmured, overcome with love, he started to press soft kisses against hot flesh.
A chill ran up his spin as Jaime squeezed his arms again, the other's touch doing more to him than he thought he could ever say out loud. What would the other thing? What would he say? "Weird? Jaime you're welcome in my bed any time," Ben sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, "I keep thinking about how you're gonna be out of the house soon. How sad is it that your old man isn't gonna know what to do with himself without you?" The laugh that followed was short and tight before he ruffled Jaime's hair and moved towards the master bedroom as his hand rattled at his belt. "Anytime you want to spend together," Ben kicked off his jeans as he crawled into bed and lifted the covers for Jaime to join, "I'm down for. Now c'mon, cuddle up. Tell me more about these friends of yours, anyone I know?"
Jaime rolled his eyes when his father claimed he was too good for those men. It was flattering, and he hated that he believed him. It only made his life harder. No one would ever quite measure up to the man in front of him. There was a weird tension in the air, something charged and new. He gulped and willed himself to step away and go to his bedroom, but he didn’t move a muscle from where he stood. “No– I mean, yes, but I was thinking,” he squeezed the muscles under his touch a little “Can I sleep with you tonight? I don’t want to leave you.” It was an odd feeling of longing. He didn’t want to be away from his father, suddenly. “We can cuddle, like when I was little. If you don’t think it’s weird.” He licked his lips, gazing into his father’s eyes to gauge a reaction. He didn’t want to weird him out.
"That's my number one fan." His grin spread as he listened to the other talk about his night, Ben didn't love that Jaime was smoking weed but he was an adult and could make his own choice. "You're too good for them anyway," Ben noted as he looked down at the other, arms subtly flexing as Jaime's hands moved across them. Boundaries were already being crossed but it had been just them for so long, so what did Ben care? His throat was dry as Jaime breathed into the space between them, the faint scent of the night washing from the boy's lungs. "I'm just glad you got home safe," Ben would spare Jaime the lecture and instead found his hand settling against the side of his son's head, fingers threading through soft hair as he brushed the rough pad of his thumb against the other's forehead. Ben swallowed, feeling blood rush south. "You probably want to get ready for bed, huh?"
"Text me the date. I'll add it to my calendar.” Jaime noted. He was not into fitness himself, but he still made an effort to be there for his dad at every competition. He smiled softly, relieved that his father didn’t seem to be angry with him. “What? No, of course not. Never.” He held his father by his biceps and gave them a reassuring squeeze. “I just thought you were gonna lecture me for staying out late, then I remembered I’m not a kid anymore, so you technically can’t.” He teased. He rubbed his father’s arms and didn’t pull away, he enjoyed touching his muscles. “I didn’t do anything too dumb. I just smoked weed with some guys in a bedroom, but then they started making out and I left. They were too skinny for me. I blame you, you raised the bar too high.”
"I have another contest in the Summer," Ben explained as he flexed for his son while Jaime appraised him. "But hey- hey, what's the rush. Go to a couple parties and suddenly you're too cool to shoot the shit with your old man?" Ben stood over his son who was his mother in every way that mattered, petite, toned, and those damn eyes. "Did you have fun, huh?" Ben playfully clipped his son's chin as he asked, "Do anything dumb?" Twenty questions came with the territory but he was a bit buzzed himself and it felt like Jaime was just going to be gone soon. Done with college, out of the house, and then how often would they see each other? Times like this didn't last forever.
Jaime cursed himself under his breath as he was caught. He hoped he could have tip-toed to his bedroom without a lecture. “Coming.” He said with a sigh. He gave his half-naked dad a once over, it was like living with Hercules. His insecurities had been resolved in therapy years ago, so now, he only admired his dad’s hard work and discipline. “You look good, dad. Are you bulking right now?” He asked nonchalantly, trying to get the heat off him. “Your pecs look bigger." He playfully punched his dad on his left pec, and shrugged. "My phone died. Sorry. I'll buy one of those charging cases next time. Can I go to sleep now? I'm beat."
@portcls notes: as requested
There'd been a party and now here Ben was, waiting for his kid to get home or at least call him and ask him for a ride. Nothing came, and when Ben called, the phone had gone straight to voicemail. Things like this were enough to drive any father into a rage, but if he went down there and flew off the handle then he'd never heard the end of it from Jaime. His mammoth father throwing around a bunch of college kids because his son hadn't picked up the phone.
"The fuck happened to your phone?" Ben called out from the washroom as he finished brushing his teeth and spat in the sink. "Hey - I'm talking to you. Get that ass in here."
Deft arms snapped quickly as Lyrion darted to his left, only to land in Harlow's right. The breadth of his sweaty frame bent against Lyrion's shorter frame as his arms wrapped around the miscreant and held him tight. "We can shower after. Together. Once every inch of you is good and covered." Harlow promised, defying every one of Lyrion's requests because as uppity as the other could act, Harlow was in charge here. Harlow's crotch pressed against the curve of Lyrion's backside, desire obvious as he breathed against the houseboy, breathing him in just as quickly. "You act like you didn't miss me at all. Can't you feel how badly I've been missing you?"
"Time spent mopping floors is less time I have for worshipping you." Lyrion continued to back away from Harlow, his confidence faltering as the he felt the cold granite of their counter poke his midback. "Stop making a mess." He darted to the left, hoping the sudden movement would disorient Harlow just enough to avoid being caught in his arms. "And go shower!"
Coming in from his run, Harlow didn't pay much mind to the mess that his shoes were making on the freshly mopped floor. "Guess you'll have to do them again then, huh?" Harlow grinned as he paced around the circumference of the kitchen island, closing in as much space as Lyrion put between them. Harlow shed the athletic shirt he was wearing, letting it drop in a sweaty heap behind him as he continued to move in. "Oops."
@manscend
"I just mopped these floors!" As he looked from the muddy footprints to Harlow, Lyrion's expression changed: annoyance giving way for playful concern. "No." He backed away, making sure the kitchen island separated them, as he noted the glistening sheen of sweat on his lover's body and the gleam in his eyes. "I just showered. Don't you dare." He took another step back, "I already finished my chores: it's not fair to scent me now!"
my housemate kept passing me the bowl and encouraging me to take hit after hit and as a joke they said “why don’t you be good and dumb and take another hit?” and it practically turned off my brain
They'd been having fun. Sure, Elijah had given him the heads up that he might race out, but that was a standard line guys used as an exist strategy. Shit, it was his line in case the guy he went home with started grating on his nerves or something. Duncan thought that the two of them were having a good time but it was possible he'd misread the situation completely; here they were though, sat opposite from each other because fate had a sick sense of humor. Duncan wasn't sensitive, but he didn't know anyone that handled rejection well.
When they were alone, Elijah finally addressed the elephant that had settled between them. Foul mood temporarily dispelled, Duncan's gaze shifted from the glass he'd been fiddling with; the other night was fun, so he was in no way opposed to a repeat. Duncan just wasn't interested in getting burned again, still, he asked because Elijah was- well. He was hot, and had more to him than just an online persona - which was rare these days. "Alright. Shoot." He leaned in a bit against the table, interested once again piqued. "How are you going to make it up to me?"
open to: fellow medical professionals (eli himself is a paramedic), fire-fighters, l.e.o.s, etc, (muses/fcs 30yo+ only pls!) scenario: this! elijah’s personality: youngest child syndrome. sensitive but tries his best not to show it. happy-go-lucky. playful. loyal. people-pleaser. reckless. adventurous. despite having excellent examples of happy and healthy relationships from seeing what his sister and brother have in their respective lives, eli is terrified of commitment. he knows it’s something he wants some day, to have a partner in life, but he’s yet to go beyond the occasional dating app hook-up because he hates disappointing people.
“Would you knock it off with the death-glare already?” To say the meal had been awkward was quite the understatement; he’d had plans to meet up with a couple of co-workers and their friends for brunch that morning, just to walk in to find someone at their table that he’d slept with two nights prior. Ghosting them truly had been regrettable, he hadn’t actually had that much fun in years, but duty called and he was embarrassed to say he’d completely spaced on leaving them an apology note on his way out.
“I was on call the other night, I told you it was well within the realm of possibility that I might have to dip,” Eli sighed, his voice returning to a normal speaking volume once they were left alone at the table, ‘and now that I know you run somewhat parallel to my work I’m surprised you’re not cutting me some slack. Listen, I’m more than willing to try to make it up to you if you give me a chance, so what do you say?”
