My Housemate Kept Passing Me The Bowl And Encouraging Me To Take Hit After Hit And As A Joke They Said

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

7x05 you don't know me

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?”

Jordan Buhat - Prom Dates

"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.

Isaac Cole Powell - Modern Love

Season 2, Episode 4: A Life Plan for Two, Followed by One (2021)