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@casey-ellison
I was trying to work up the nerve to tell you that I was in love with you, but you made it really, really clear that nothing was ever gonna happen. And then I ruined everything. The Thing About Harry (2020) dir. Peter Paige
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Michael looped his arms around the blonde as he straddled his lap. âGod, itâs not stupid, Iâm crazy about you,â he chuckled softly. âIâm glad weâre totally different people, cause no way I could fuckinâ put up with me,â the man joked. âI wanna be your boyfriend, angel nugget.â Michael was so not the type for this, the cheesy nicknames and all of that, but everything was different with Casey. He brought up a softer side of him that he didnât even know existed. He kissed him softly, a series of tiny pecks before deepening the kiss for just a moment, before pulling away and sliding off the couch. With a cheeky smile, he set up the record player, swaying with no rhythm as he walked back towards his boyfriend and stretching out his hand to ask him for a dance. With the soft tune playing, he started dancing with him, bodies pressed close as they swayed. âI know I canât dance, but you know what?â he kisses him slow and passionate, getting so lost in it they eventually stopped moving along with the music. âDoesnât matter that I canât dance, cause I can distract you with kisses. And that Iâm good at.â But Michael still loved dancing with Casey, though, even if he wasnât any good.Â
Casey had been afraid to reveal his feelings for fear of being rejected or ridiculed, but Michael only validated those feelings, and made him feel wanted. He liked being Michaelâs angel nugget, and melted right into those kisses, not wanting them to end. He pouted slightly when Michael pulled away, but it was quickly replaced with a big smile when he saw Michael getting up to put some music on his record player. Casey happily took his hand and got up, getting close to him and wrapping his arms around Michael over his shoulders. They swayed slowly, but he easily gave in to his boyfriendâs kisses. He missed those lips so much every time they were apart, and now he could have them any time he wanted. Casey smiled into their kiss and pulled back, looking up into the otherâs eyes. âIâve never been good at this relationship stuff, but I want to be so good to you,â he said softly, reaching up to run his fingers through that wild, dark brown mop of hair he loved.
misfitrunnxrsâ:
His style had improved and that was all thanks to the help of Casey. Tamsen was even wearing name brand clothes, which half the time he resulted in anything that he could thrift at a cheap price. There was quite different when you looked at the two standing next to each other, even with these differences, he could care less what others thought about them. Tamsen loved Casey too much to let that get to him.
Tamsen grinned when Casey took his head, pulling him along and offering the perfect opportunity. He lifted the camera up to his face, focusing the picture before clicking the shutter.  âJust like that,â Tam cooed, gently jerking the blonde back to him to press a kiss to those sweet pink lips. When getting to the bridge he let go of Caseyâs hand and took a step back, âPose for me.â He smirked and lifted the camera up once more.
Casey felt like he was in a fucking romance movie with how good all of this felt. Tamsen was being incredibly sweet with his kisses, and with the way he photographed him. He couldnât help feeling every bit as lovely ad Tamsen made him out to be. Posing easily, he gave the camera a little pouty smolder, then smiled and looked away, beckoning for the other to come over so they could take a selfie together. After taking a few photos, Casey reached over to tilt Tamsenâs chin towards him, then leaned in to kiss him softly.
âThank you for coming out here with me. Youâve been so amazing, and I donât know what Iâve done to deserve all this, but I want you to know that Iâm the happiest Iâve ever been,â he said quietly, his baby blue eyes looking deeply into the otherâs.
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Michael kissed him back without hesitation. A part of him was still wondering if this was a goodbye kiss, if Casey had just stopped by to tell him he didnât want to do this anymore, and it felt that way particularly when he deepened the kiss just before pulling away. He turned around to face Casey, without moving from his spot. He felt confused.
âI donât want to hurt you. Iâd neverâ I mean, I know everyone says theyâd never, but I think you know I actually mean it.â He sat next to him, playing with the blondeâs hair for a moment when he said it was a problem, that he couldnât do anything because of it. âI think youâve just told me, Case,â he replied after his rhetorical question. âI like you a lot, too. And itâs absolutely not psycho to want more than to be friends, weâre really good together, but what do I know? Iâm a six, and youâre like, a twelve, so of course Iâm going to think that. I donât feel pressured. I think the only reason I hadnât asked is I was afraid youâd say no,â he shrugged. Heâd been trying to build up the courage to ask, but every time he came close, he gave himself a reason not to do it. âI donât really know what to say. I just- Iâd be good to you. Iâd treat you right, Iâd do my best for you all the time. Thatâs whether or not you want to be my boyfriend, Iâll still always be good to you,â he said. âIâd love to be your boyfriend, though. Is that something that youâd⊠want to try? I think weâd be good together.â
Casey loved when Michael played with his hair, and didnât want him to stop. It calmed him and just generally felt good. He realized that heâd just asked Michael to be his boyfriend in the worst possible way, and felt like an absolute clown, but Michael wasnât making fun of him for it. Instead, he reassured Casey that he wasnât going crazy, and that theyâd be good together. Then, he revealed his own fear of being rejected, and Casey felt like a great weight was lifted from his narrow shoulders. Michael explained the way he felt and how heâd treat Casey, and the blonde couldnât stand it anymore. He scooted closer and moved to sit on Michaelâs lap, knees straddling him and lanky arms lovingly wrapping around him over his shoulders. âI think weâd be good together, too. I guess Iâm just. I dunno, I was scared that youâd think this was all stupid, but... I really like you. Weâre totally different people, but we work. Every time you turn on that record player, I feel like I could just stay and dance with you forever, even if you totally suck at it,â he teased, smiling softly and pressing his forehead gently against Michaelâs. âI want to try it. I wanna be your boyfriend, bunny bear,â he said, trying not to chuckle at the cheesy nickname heâd grown so fond of. Although he was teasing with the moniker, he leaned in to lightly purr his words against Michaelâs soft lips, serious about his response.
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âquel genre de question est ce?â He mused, peering to the side at the blonde. âĂa fait longtemps que je ne parle pas le français couramment.â It rolled off his tongue easily, Tamsen hadnât realized just how much he missed speaking french. He squeezed Caseyâs hand, bringing it up to his lips as he kissed the back of the boysâ hand. He was more than happy for Caseyâs career to be taking off and even more grateful to be there with him.
âYouâll let me pick out one for you?â he questioned, smiling over at Casey. âHow about we pick out a hat for me as ell. I donât think a beret would look that great on me though. Maybe, like one of thoseâ what are they called? Newsie boys always wore them,â Tam tried to explain. âWell, you could hold me hand like one of those aesthetically pleasing couple photos were you only see a portion of the hand youâre holding?â He tried to explain. âI donât want you falling in,â Tam cooed and leaned in to nuzzle into the crook of his neck.
Casey felt a fluttering in his chest when he heard Tamsen speaking fucking French. It wasnât the first time, but it still made him smile and feel as though he was privy to this version of him that nobody else got to see. The kiss to the back of his hand was sweet, and Casey didnât want to let go.
âCasey snickered and nudged Tamsenâs shoulder playfully with his own. âWeâre gonna look so cheesy. I fucking love it,â he mused. Heâd never had anyone be this sweet to him, and it felt good. People would give him shit about it, and about how long it would last, given his own personal record, but he wanted to enjoy it and not think about all of that. Casey wanted to hold on to this. He closed his eyes, feeling a gentle shiver along his spine as Tamsen nuzzled his sensitive neck, and after a moment, those baby blues fluttered open again with a mischievous look. Casey grinned and grabbed Tamsenâs hand again, pulling him as he walked ahead towards an upcoming bridge. âLike this?â he mused at their hands with a playful little wink.
hckinmusesâ:â
Michael really liked Casey. A lot. Still, though, they were still having a very casual relationship. The brunette had never clicked with anyone on the level that he did with Caseâhe almost felt as if he could read his mind or something. But heâd never had a good relationship, so why jinx this? Why ruin a good thing? He was sitting on his pullout couch with a book in his lap when there was a knock at the door. Michael wasnât expecting anyone, so he figured who might be knocking, and he rushed to the door.Â
He could barely get a word in, Casey was speaking a thousand words a minute, it seemed. âOh no, not the we need to talk,â Michael replied. He was joking, but inside⊠panic had set in. This was it, right? Casey had had enough and he was here to break it off. No other logical explanation, obviouslly. âYou can talk to me about anything, you know that.â
Casey sighed and walked right in. He took his shoes off and began to walk towards the couch, but halted suddenly and turned around. He faced Michael, then walked up to him, tiptoed, and pressed a kiss to his lips. It was light at first, then a little deeper, and then he had to force himself to pull away before he started reaching for the edge of Michaelâs shirt. Finally, he made it to the couch and sat down, taking his backpack off and letting out a small sigh.
âIâm struggling to understand why this is so hard for me to talk about and, I guess itâs because deep down, I donât want to get hurt,â he said, bringing his baby blue hues up to the otherâs. âBut itâs starting to become a problem, because I canât sleep, I canât eat, I canât function because all I do is think about you and stress out because I-- havenât ever really had a boyfriend,â he said, just letting everything out. âBut I really like you, and I donât even know if you even want to like... I mean, what if you just wanna keep it casual, I donât wanna like, pressure you, but how do I tell you that I really like you more than just a casual fuck buddy and more than a friend without also risking losing you or having you think Iâm totally psycho or something?â Just like that, Casey! âI just. I really like you. And Iâm sorry if Iâm being really weird, but Iâve never liked anyone this much before, and I guess I just donât know how to react.â The color in his face was slowly rising as his heart beat faster, and he felt heavy knots in his stomach.
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Casey furrowed his brows. Heâd marched his ass right down to Michaelâs apartment and knocked on the door. There was some weed and Cheez-its in his backpack, and hoped that Michael had enough beer for this conversation. Despite Casey being on track to be the next Bobby Berk, in other words, a king of interior design, he still had a lot that he needed to explore. Relationships was one of those things, although he was scared of the word. Heâd never had an actual boyfriend before, and the last person he dated turned out to be a real fucking douche bag who belittled him.
When the door opened, Casey felt his heart fluttering at the sight of that crooked smile and messy mop of hair, as if Michael had only just gotten up, despite it being just after noon time. âHey! Um. Look. We need to talk-- Or I need to talk. I just need you to listen and then maybe tell me to shut up if I talk too much but not immediately cause I gotta get something off my chest and I think Iâm gonna blow up if I donât, so try not to be too put off because I know this is all gonna sound super weird and-- can I come in?â
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âComment aimez-vous la France jusqu'Ă prĂ©sent?â Casey asked, grinning at Tamsen as they walked side by side along one of the bustling streets. Their fingers intertwined, and he raised his brows. Casey was always jet setting around the world, especially now that his haircare line had just launched. Heâd done a little promo for it during Fashion Week, but now that heâd returned to do some interviews and endorsement appearances, he had time to simply enjoy the view and drag Tamsen around Paris.
âIf you think Iâm not getting the cutest beret before we leave, youâre dead wrong,â he mused, squeezing his hand gently and nudging his arm. The air was chilly, but it was nice and sunny as spring time bloomed across the city of love. âYou should totally take a pic of me looking down at the river, but Iâm like... scared Iâd actually fall in. Then youâd have to jump in after me, and Iâd hate for you to ruin that shirt. Or that camera,â he said, eyeballing the camera slung around the brunetteâs neck.
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Zach was sitting on the porch of the large home, he had texted Casey and told him that he was waiting for him at his house. He hadnât seen the man and Casey said heâd be home soon. That had been about a half hour ago, Star was laying on the far end of the porch, drool hanging from his mouth as he closed his eyes. The dog was sleeping all the time lately. Zach himself was leaning back in his chair, feet up on the small stool in front of him. Laying back in the chair, he had his sketch pad in his lap.Â
He was sketching the overlook, the beautiful sun over the ocean. He wanted to do this in color, but he hadnât brought his colored pencils, inks or any sort of items beside his basic 4b pencil and graphite pad. He glanced down at his phone, the thing had gone to sleep so he tapped it to see the time. Afterward, he turned back to his pad, continuing to sketch. He was going to finish up the drawing soon, so he hoped Casey made his appearance at some point. He was going to talk to him about the drunken proposition from Valentineâs Weekend. He was going to take the job, even if Casey protested, his young friend needed a bodyguard that much was obvious and Zach wasnât going to let someone he cared about be careless.Â
Casey took a little longer than usual getting home after going for a long walk around the island with Widget. It had taken a while, but he was now trained to walk without a leash, and it made him happy because both hands were usually on his phone tapping away on his social media. Which is what he was doing presently as he walked back to his villa. He ended his livestream and slipped his phone into the waistband of his pants as he approached, heading for the porch and saw Widget running up to happily greet Zach and Star.
âZach!â he said, walking up to the man and taking a seat beside him. âWhat are you up to? God, I fucking love when you draw. I wish I could draw. But that would require me sitting still for like, long periods of time, and I just donât know if I can do that,â he joked, laughing softly. He settled in to sit on the chair next to his. âSo... I know you said you wanted to talk. I just wanted to apologize for the other night. I kinda blacked out, but I know that at some point there was puke, and that was NOT cute. So... thank you for having my back. Iâm really sorry you had to see that.â
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Ocean frowned when he heard that Casey wasnât hungry and hadnât eaten much today. Heâd been here before, been in Caseyâs position, so Ocean knew how easy it was to neglect yourself when you were feeling low.  âYouâve got to eat,â Ocean said, and he was glad when his friend seemed to agree and asked if Ocean would cook.  âHow about some grilled cheese?â Ocean asked. But he was already comfortable on the sofa, and Ocean asked, âIn a minute though?â It wasnât so much his comfort he was concerned about but Caseyâs, and when he felt his friendâs head on his shoulder, Ocean thought that this was the best place for him right now in this moment. They sat there for just a few minutes, Ocean blowing on his hot cocoa to make it less, well, hot, neither saying anything. And then Casey asked his question abruptly, which caught him off-guard. Why had he asked that? Ocean could only presume that it had something to do with what Casey was going through, so he was happy to answer.  âI thought I was,â Ocean replied quietly.  âI thought I was in love with Steven, but I fell in love with someone who doesnât exist. I fell in love with the image he portrayed, the version of himself he wanted me to see, not showing me who he really was until it was too late and he had me in his grip. Even after I saw his heart, I couldnât escape, and I think at least part of that was because I was still in love with the version I thought was really him when we first met.â He paused, taking a sip of his hot chocolate and contemplating everything.  âSo I guess I donât know,â Ocean decided finally.  âCan you be in love with someone who was never really real?â That was a question Ocean asked himself a lot. Looking over at Casey, Ocean hesitated, not sure how much to pry, and he decided to just ask, âWhy? Just curious?â He assumed there was more to it, but Ocean wanted to give Casey an out in case he wanted to end that line of conversation there.
Casey was comfortable there with Ocean. He didnât know much about Oceanâs last relationship, but listening to him talk about Steven made him want to punch Steven in the face. âYou deserved better. Itâs possible to fall in love with someone thatâs not real. People do it all the time. Some people are catfished. Some people fall in love with like... fictional characters and shit,â he muttered, although he was still admittedly drunk. He scooted closer and kissed Oceanâs cheek, then sighed. âYouâre sweet, and youâre gonna find someone. And I will shove a cactus up his ass if he doesnât treat you right,â he said, furrowing his brows, then relaxed again when Ocean asked why heâd asked. âI think I might be in love, and I donât know what to do about it,â he groaned, rubbing his face and letting himself flop onto the other side of the couch dramatically. âI just wanna diiiie and not have to think about FEELINGS ever again. Why canât I just fall in love with a wheel of cheddar cheese or something like those people on TLC?!â
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Marcus had been on the island for a few weeks now. He had spent most of his time so far adjusting to the island. He had meant to give Casey some kind of notice or warning, but he had honestly just forgotten. It was a nice place and with all the attractive men hanging around, Marcus was getting easily distracted. The especially odd part for him had been seeing a past client or two. Surely they had always been attractive, but seeing them out of his office and in a relaxed environment caused him to see them in a new light. It was weird.
Noticing a familiar face, Marcus approached slowly and made sure he had the right person before actually jumping up on the other. But as soon as he was certain it was Casey, Marcus beamed brightly at the other and approached. âHey⊠Itâs so good to see you.â He grinned brightly and gave a small half wave. âI know Iâve been on the island for a few weeks, but I havenât said hi yet. Iâm sorry.â He was much more cheerful than normal. While at work, Marcus tended to be reserved, respectful, and friendly. But out here he was just plain friendly.
Casey knew that his accountant would be moving to the Estates at some point. Heâd been badgering the man to come get himself a little slice of paradise, but something always came up and Marcus stayed where he was. So it was a nice surprise when he heard the man coming up behind him and greeting him. Casey put his phone down and got up from his lounge chair to wrap his lanky arms around him in a hug. âMarcus!â
He pulled back and adjusted the sheer kimono robe that had slipped down his shoulder and pushed his sunglasses up to perch them on his bright blonde hair. âOh my god, youâve been here WEEKS and you didnât say hi to me? I could kill you. But LOOK at you, you look like youâve fucking slept for once. Thank god,â he teased, laughing softly. âHow are you, babe? Are you liking it here? Tell me everything! Have you stopped by the Pearl to get your dick wet yet?â he teased.
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Tamsen smirked over at Casey when being called a nerd. âOh, that I am, but Iâm your nerd now,â he cooed and only brightened when his face was washed in kisses. It did feel like he was love drunk, and loving every minute of it. There were so many emotions at this moment, his whole body was filled with love and lust, every part of him wanted Casey right now.Â
He brought a hand up to caress over the ones that cupped his face, quirking a brow when Casey gained his attention. âHm?â Tamsen questioned in return, turning his head to press soft kisses to his palm as he listens, he eventually stopped to peer down into those ocean eyes. âThank you for telling me. Itâs something that I donât do with everyone either, and Iâm glad that we are doing this together,â he murmured softly.Â
When seeing Casey turn over with that ass up in the air, he whistled and reached out to give it a playful little smack. âYouâre so fucking hot,â Tamsen cooed and smoothed a hand over the red mark before leaning to kiss the plump cheek. He squeezed the handful, parting the cheeks and taking a look at the puckered hole. Tamsen spit at the hole, pressing a thumb over to massage it in before pressing his thumb in teasingly.Â
Casey felt happy there in Tamsenâs arms with the other spouting cheesy lines at him and showering him with honeyed affection. Each of Tamsenâs kisses on his palm made his chest flutter. Casey simply didnât open up to people like this, or show his vulnerabilities and honest thoughts. But he could do that easily with Tamsen and his soft, big brown eyes. âDonât thank me, you dork,â he teased, pecking his lips again before turning around finally.
Hearing Tamsen praise him made him smirk and bite his lower lip. He loved getting smacked like that and feeling Tasmenâs hands roaming his body, feeling him and turning him on even more. Casey closed his eyes, focusing with anticipation on the way Tamsen began to work him open. He reached down between his legs and gave his own stiff cock a few languid strokes.