A Chill Ran Up His Spin As Jaime Squeezed His Arms Again, The Other's Touch Doing More To Him Than He

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.

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."

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"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!"

Finn Cole

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?”