Move, I'm Gay

Anthony Gonzales || 24 || Computer Engineering || Grad Student 

[anthonygonzalesphd]

babyiisms·:

setting: the bleachers outside the football stadium around 12:47am !

DRIX WAS PACING it was well past midnight and he felt like his mind was screaming. he’d tried working, smoking, drinking, sex, even talking to his dad but nothing could make him feel better so here he was sitting on the bleachers blunt between his teeth as he stared up at the stars. “ what keeps you up on this fine night ? ” he asked watching as the smoke he blew towards the sky twisted and disappeared into the night sky, god he wished he could be like that smoke. 

Anthony hadn’t expected anyone else to be here, so when he finished his jog around the football field, pulled out one of his headphones, and realized someone was speaking to him, he raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Something better than you’re dealing with, that’s for damn sure.” The boy looked worn out--and that was putting it nicely. But damn if he didn’t make Anthony want a smoke. He grabbed his waterbottle and took a seat on the bleacher just beneath him. “Couldn’t sleep. You alright, man?”

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julesrichter·:

Jules got a few texts back, mostly disappointments, but she smiled widely when she saw that one of her fuckbuddies had texted her back telling her that he’d be there at the gate for her. “God, I love stupid, desperate boys.” She said, starting to walk and waving him along. “How good are your acting skills? Because if you don’t pretend to be my boyfriend when we get there, he’s gonna try to get me to suck his dick and he won’t care that you’re there watching, so… unless you’re dying to see me get a pearl necklace…”

Anthony opened his mouth to say that he, too, loved stupid desperate boys, but realized how much he’d be outing himself if he did and closed it again, tucking his hands into his pockets instead and simply waiting for her to finish texting. He held up two fingers in an ‘okay’ sign. “Bueno,” he promised. He was always acting, he thought--even he didn’t know what he wanted or who he really was anymore. “Yeah, no, fuck that. You got yourself a boyfriend tonight. Don’t worry about it.” 

[anthonygonzalesphd]

ofcalculations·:

Anastasia was already sitting in the cafe the moment he arrived. Since her last class ended early, she was able to come earlier than they talked about. There was a cup of coffee in front of her and some pastries as well. She wasn’t sure how he liked his coffee, so she didn’t order for him just yet. Several of her books and notes were already laid on the table as she looked at him sheepishly. “A little? Parabolas are really confusing,” she told him honestly as she opened her notes. She was definitely not ready for her quiz tomorrow.

“They are,” he agreed, nodding. He couldn’t argue with that logic. “Some of the most annoying math there is. But you got to think of them like people. Like that really weird kid you met in class but you have to work with in a group project.” He laid out one of the problems before her. “No one’s just one thing, right? Every piece of you adds up to a bigger picture, memories and traits that build upward.” He traced the lines. “But even the contradictions...” he pointed to the other side of the parabola. “Even out, leading toward the same overall personality.” He traced both lines upwards until they went off the page. “Now, you’re god. And this is the formula to make that complicated, crazy, annoying little dwerb in math class.” He pointed now to the equation she was supposed to be solving. From there, he went into the actual math, walking her back through the problem step by step, number by numer--slow, patient. Only when he’d finished and set her up to try the next one herself did he finally get up to buy himself a coffee. By then, his head felt like it was going to split open; hangovers really were a bitch. 

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[anthonygonzalesphd]

if anyone wants to be gay or do crimes (or ya know, just plot in general), like this and i’ll come at you with some ideas. 

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@ofcalculations​ (ana)

Anthony flopped down into the chair in front of his, for lack of a better word, student and tossed onto the table every book they needed to make sure she aced her quiz the next day. Granted, he was a little buzzed, despite it being only about 2pm, but it was better, he figured, than showing up hungover. And he worked better drunk (or so he kept telling himself). “Do you remember what we went over last time?” he asked. 

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resvlve·:

Esther rolled her eyes and nudged him with her elbow playfully, she joked, “I eat like shit- I think a ghost would leave my body based off of that alone. Too much sodium and sugar.” She shrugged, wiggling her eyebrows, “And so what if I am? Maybe I’ve been an evil spirit all along and that’s why I brought you here.” She jumped at the noise, grabbing onto Anthony’s arm, “Uhhh, definitely the wind, right? The wind does all sorts of things to this kinda place.” She stepped forward a little, lowering her head to try and see if there was something on the floor. 

“Fuck, I fell for the long con,” he said, deadpan and shaking his head in mock despair. “All this time I thought I was hunting ghosts, and the ghosts were hunting me.” He put a dramatic hand over his heart. At the noise however, his expression turned immediately serious, and he moved her slightly behind him, his arm draped in front of her--as if the ghost (if there was a ghost) couldn’t just slip through both of them, human “protection” be damned. “Yeah,” he said. “The wind. Definitely the wind.” He shown his flashlight where she was looking. As long as there wasn’t a pentagram or something suddenly on the floor, they might just be alright. 

[anthonygonzalesphd]

hrtshkr·:

“I can get you both?” A chuckle from Jonah, resting a hand on the other’s shoulder. He noticed how the eyes of the man trailed up and down his body, leaning in to give a kiss on the cheek and whispering. “You like what you see?” Taking his cup and downing the rest of his drink, holding his hand out for the other to hold while guiding through the crowds of people blocking the path to the alcohol. “C’mon..”

“Tease,” Anthony whispered as the man pressed a kiss to his cheek, though he smiled as he said it and took his hand, following him easily back to the alcohol. “So this how you get people to join your club house?” he called over the music. He knew perfectly well it was called a fraternity, but why make things too easy?

[anthonygonzalesphd]

bcdintentcion·:

Kurt couldn’t help but roll his eyes when he heard the boy said that they have to prepare themselves for the party. He know he didn’t actually hold the alcohol pretty well, doesn’t mean he was going to get hammared? Well, he will most likely get hammared. We don’t change people like that. A sigh left his body and a smile appears when he saw the boy coming back with juice and tequilla as he took the glass from him and drink the glass in a trait. “That one is better than that thing. Though, i promise i’ll try to stay out of trouble.” Never say i promise if you don’t mean to, buddy. His conscience reminds him as he shook his head. “I can stay calm, you know. Stay nice as well.”

“Uh hu,” Anthony said, clearly not believing a word Kurt was saying, though the words did at least make him grin, amused. “Cute promise. How long’s that one gonna last? An hour? Twenty more minutes?” he teased. He pushed a cup of water into Kurt’s hand next. “You’re really lucky you’re cute. Let’s get some nachos in you or something, and then I might believe you.” 

[anthonygonzalesphd]

hctstuff·:

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      text book and a slew of notebooks in hand, aaron finally arrived at their table in quiet coffee shop. he hadn’t ever been great at time management, which was partly to blame for his tardiness. he just hoped he hadn’t upset anthony for being, well, fifteen minutes late. he sets his supplies down onto the table before settling in the chair across from the older male. his features soften as his eyes meet anthony’s. “ hey, man, i’m sorry i’m so late, ” aaron apologizes softly. it was quite rare for aaron to admit he had a flaw, let alone apologize for it. but he really needed anthony’s help. “ i got caught up in a paper for my macro class, and i didn’t realize the time… but i really appreciate you takin’ the time outta your day to help me, ” aaron goes on with a soft smile. “ ‘ve always been shit at math and science, least i could fake my way through in high school… but it’s pretty cut throat here, y’know, ” he explains himself. “ i promise i’ll make it up to you though. however you’d like me to… ”

Anthony had already finished one coffee and was just returning to the table he’d snagged in the back of the cafe with another when he saw that Aaron had finally arrived. “Ay, Chico, no pasada nada,” he said quickly before the younger man could keep rattling on with the apologies. “Don’t sweat it. It’s been like ten minutes.” Maybe more, but he had his own work to do, and while he waited, he’d at least started his homework--sort of. He tucked that all away now, ready to pay attention to whatever Aaron needed. “Yeah, no kidding.” He smiled a bit, leaning back in his chair until the back legs were off the ground, sipping at his coffee. This kid was cute when he was nervous, though Anthony was getting the feeling he wasn’t nervous often. “Make it up to me?” he repeated, barely holding back a smirk now. “What did you have in mind?” 

[anthonygonzalesphd]

sxnsuclity·:

          ‘  some great sexcapade   ?   ’   she questions humorously,  ‘  you obviously have some amusing way of putting things.   ’   the whole idea of not having any type of commitment after intrigued her. simply friends giving each other what they needed. he seemed so certain of himself, and she could feel his confirmation with each word that fell from his lips. he offered comfort and sense of assurance, yet seemingly found humor in his proposal at the same time. he was after all her pretend knight in shining armors for the time, and would it be awful to enjoy a night like this ? 

         her lips parting, only thinking about her somewhat alcohol induced state and the sense of pleasure that he was offering. however, there was always an alternative which simply left them in the same situation. regardless, she wasn’t in the mood for being along time, even if it meant just them lounging about in her room.  she looked up to him, as he continued playing with her locks.   ‘   I don’t want to be left alone,   ’   she manages,   ‘   so, come over and we can talk about stuff or just watch cheesy old movies or something   ?   ’

Most of what he’d said, he did to try and lighten the mood, to put her back at ease, and he was glad to hear that it had worked at least a little. “Thank you,” he said, biting his lip to hold back a smirk or to keep from laughing. “I’m hilarious, I know.” He spoke, deadpan, teasing. At least until she seemed to be seriously considering his offer, at which point he really began to listen, making sure he didn’t miss anything this time, any sign that she was uncomfortable or he’d overstepped. Her offer, however, was a good one, and he smiled genuinely. 

“I’ll never say no to old cheesy movies.” As the car came to a stop, he stopped playing with her hair and instead reached for the door, opening it up for the both of them. He got out first and offered her his hand to help her out. 

[anthonygonzalesphd]

julesrichter·:

“Yes, we are.” She told him, putting what was left of the vodka and pizza in her backpack and not really caring if anything spilled. “Let me text a few people first, though, I have some fuckbuddies with keys. I mean, I’m not above hopping a fence or two, but… don’t know if that’s the best idea when I’m drunk and full of pizza. There’s gotta be DNA in puke, right?”

“You really do just keep getting better,” Anthony said, shaking his head, clearly impressed. All his fuck buddies tended to work at the school. Or bars. Which was good when he needed to turn in an assignment late. Or get wasted off his ass before pay day. But no one at the zoo. “Probably, yeah,” he said. “I don’t know anything about DNA.” This was a lie--he was actually studying DNA frequently, but only as much as he needed to know to compare it with computer programming. While he waited for her to text her connections, he finished his pizza and joint, putting out the last of the embers on his jeans. 

[anthonygonzalesphd]

india-boss·:

India pouted as he spoke about his life being boring, “I’ll take you on my next trip. I think I’m going to Miami, if you want to go?” she asked seriously grabbing his hand as she took the other shot shaking her head a bit feeling the burn in her throat. India looked at Anthony with loving eyes as he spoke about her ex, “I love you. But! Let’s not talk about that person and just have fun. Cheers to you being so amazing”.

“You’re fucking crazy,” Anthony said, shaking his head, though he couldn’t have possibly been smiling any more than he was in that moment. “Yeah, fuck yeah. I’ll go to Miami with you.” He tapped his shot glass against hers, but it was empty, and that wouldn’t do. “Two more,” he ordered to the bartender and when they came, handed one to India. “Alright, so tell me about the best parts of Bali,” he said, leaning his hip against the bar and watching her with interest. 

[anthonygonzalesphd]

resvlve·:

“And I’m not too hot to get possessed?” She gasped, mocking offense as she fell into step beside him, moving the light around in front of them, “It would be really funny if you were possessed by a nun though. Like, imagine. How would I explain that to your family? Like, hello, sorry, Anthony is basically a nun ghost now- my deepest apologies.” Esther shrugged at his next question, “Kinda. Not like Catholicism and all the demonic stuff. They call them dybbuks in Judaism. They’re evil spirits. And as far as I know, there aren’t any, like, exorcisms, but they also don’t really teach that stuff in Hebrew school, believe it or not.” 

“I’d like to apologize from the bottom of my heart; that was rude,” he said in a deadpan voice, shining the flashlight across her, as if to check just in case that she was, in fact, hot enough not to get possessed. “Yeah, we’re screwed,” he decided. “What ghost isn’t going to want these bodies?” He grimaced, imagining having to wear the nun get-up. He wasn’t sure how flattering black dressed and hoods were on him. “That’s amazingly cryptic. So technically, you could have an evil spirit in you right now, and we wouldn’t even--” But before he could finish the sentence, there was a clattering from the shadows beside them. Anthony, praying it was a rat, turned his flashlight in that direction.  

[anthonygonzalesphd]

jamieeee-leeeee·:

Jamie mewed at each kiss, at first shy, but encouraged by the other man’s words. He started bouncing faster, each time trying to hit that spot harder than before. “Oh fuck,”he gasped, the pleasure quickly building up from the rhythm the two men created as well as the words of encouragement. Jamie leaned down to kiss Anthony, holding their lips together as his moans grew in volume into the kiss. After a moment, he pulled his head back just enough to be able to breathe easier, his whimpers and noises descending into loud moans. Jamie reached around to stroke himself in time with Anthony’s thrusts, a sigh of “You feel amazing” on his lips.

Anthony took advantage of Jamie throwing back his head and kissed and nibbled a long his throat while his hands came to wrap around the smaller man and grasp at his behind, squeezing and guiding him as he moved up and down, creating that friction to make Anthony see stars. When Jamie began to stroke himself, all of those beautiful sounds spilling from his mouth, Anthony sped up his thrusts, drilling against his prostate now as they headed closer and closer to climax. “I want to see you cum for me,” he said into Jamie’s ear. 

[anthonygonzalesphd]

sxnsuclity·:

           she could already sense his vibe, and she knew it wasn’t something he wanted from her. she was just too eager, and the alcohol wasn’t making it any better. she was searching for something tonight, and yet her body was quick to act on its own desire. the heat radiating from him and the soothing gestures made on his part. it only stemmed her actions. they were close, but she didn’t want to take advantage of him because her needs weren’t being met.    ‘   it’s not okay,     ’    she whispers, as he cupped her chin, kissing her back. she could only breathe against his lips, her forehead resting against his.     ‘   honestly, I don’t even know what I want   ―    fuck,     ’    she said sitting back in the seat, as her head rested on his shoulder.

“It’s okay,” he said again, leaning back as she did and running his hands through his hair. He’d led her on, he couldn’t deny that--the dancing, the drinks, this car ride alone; they were drunk, and they were friends, and it was a line he’d skated recklessly. He hesitated for a moment but, as she leaned against him, he eventually let his hand come back down and play with her hair. “Look, we’re not gonna fall in love. Or have some great epic sexcapades. And it’s not gonna be some magical physical connection,” he said, smiling down at her to try and lighten the mood again. “But you want to get off? I can do that for you. You want me to eat you out? I’m fucking great at that. Just one friend eating out another friend.” He’d always had a very analytical way of looking at things, as if people were machines, actions pre-determined, a coding he knew how to fill in--what gave pleasure, happiness, hurt--as easy as the computer programmings he made for his classes. 

He paused, twirling a strand of her hair between his fingers. “Or we get you home safe and sound, and I’ll just go home, and tomorrow we’re still friends, and it’s fine. I’ll do whatever you want. You call the shots tonight.” He kissed the top of her head. “But whatever you do, just don’t worry so much, okay? I know how to say no. I'm a big boy.” 

[anthonygonzalesphd]

india-boss‌:

India loved being with the male, he always put her in a good mood. “Oh come on! That can’t be true!” She exclaimed watching the bartender pour heavy drinks. “We both know your life isn’t boring” she said giving him a wink as she looked back up at him, “I just got back from Bali from a shoot, that was fun. Now I’m here trying to avoid my ex so that is less fun” she said not being able to keep her eye roll in.

“I didn’t just get back from Bali on a shoot, and I spent my weekend talking to my computer, so yeah, I’m going to stick with boring,” he said, laughing a bit now. Sometimes, he couldn’t believe her life was real. He loved his major--loved taking a part machines to see how they worked and putting them back together better than they’d started. But it wasn’t exactly a travel the world sort of job. Anthony took the second shot, hissed slightly as it burned in the best of ways, and scanned the room for, Bradley, a man he hardly knew but hated on principle. “Well if you see him, let me know. I owe him a broken jaw.”