OH HONEY

Skye stayed silent on the way to his room. As he requested for her to turn off her phone, Skye didn't hesitate. She pulled her phone out, turning it off and placing it on the desk beside his. It felt like as soon as she sat on the edge of the bed, Wells began to attack her. "I didn't tell you to do it," she shot back as she turned her attention over to where he was. "Did you think that just because you did it while being live I was going to just say yes? I don't play games like that, Wells. If you haven't noticed, I like to keep things private." Skye kicked her heels off, wanting to feel at least somewhat comfortable if they were just diving into this. "See, you don't even know what kind of vacations I like. What my dream vacation might be. If I prefer cold temperatures or hot. You say you like me and want to be with me, but you really don't know anything about me. You just like that I can go against you in banter and not back down."

"I know you didn't, I just said that." Wells groans letting his head fall backwards before looking to meet her eyes again. The argument she volleys back only causes him to scoff in return. "I want to know, I do I really really do but when am I supposed to ask Skye? When we're together we're either fucking or fighting. Even when I do try to ask personal things you get skittish and back off." Wells takes a deep breath as he moves to shrug out of his jacket, loosening the tie around his neck. "I don't know what it is but it's like you won't let down your guard with me. Okay maybe I don't know ever little thing about you sure. What I do know is how I feel when I'm with you - it's like no one else is around nothing else matters just you. So tell me do you really prefer winter vacations like a psychopath or were you just screwing with me? I'm not fucking you tonight so if you're open to it, we can get to know each other more personally. I'm serious," he leans forward placing his elbows on his knees staring Skye down. "We don't have to come out of this with a hard launch but I've made it pretty fuckin' clear I want you. So if getting to know each other helps with that okay, or whatever will help you figure out how you feel."

As he snapped, Skye stepped in. Keeping some distance between them as she watched the doors close. Inhaling sharply at his words. "Don't --" She shook her head, knowing that he would end up throwing that at her. "I thought you understood why I left the last time." She spoke, turning her head to look at him now. "But sure. Let's talk. We're going to have to get it over eventually. Might as well do it when we're being thrown into this situation." She spoke softly as she put her phone in her bag, not needing it now that the only person she was talking to was inches away from her.

"Yeah okay, let's do that then." Wells nods taking a deep breath as the elevator lands on his floor. After letting them inside he glances around unsure of where either of them should sit. "You can sit wherever you're most comfortable. Also if you haven't already, I'd appreciate it if you turned your phone off." He adds, not wanting any interruption. As a sign of good faith he turns his off and sets it on the desk in the room. Once she's sat he looks around again choosing to sit as far away as possible not to be tempted. With another deep breathe he admits something that's stayed with him all night. "I know I did it to myself but fuck Skye I feel so embarrassed right now. I, pour my fucking heart out in front of people and you still just find a way to say no without saying no. What the fuck was that? Do you even like cold vacations? Or were you just saying that to fuck with my head?"

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serenthelioness

Connor Arriving Back at Hotel the Morning After the Met Gala

Slightly disheveled, but fabulous at 6am.

I have no idea who the woman is so don’t ask me.

That isn’t the story here folks.

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apparently, he wasn't going to be able to get away throwing all of the compliments and kudos to sam only. not that he was surprised. he did an amazing job at making sure people got their credit and always felt included. it was only one of the many things that he had come to adore about him while they continued to get to know each other. "small help, but almost burn down kitchen in process." he continued trying to minimize his support. the blond didn't even know why he was doing it. a part of him wanted to make sure that both of his parents knew how good of a host sam was. as if he wasn't the one that felt like he was going to be graded after this. "take your time. music is meant to be enjoyed, is it not?" he pushed his brows together before he even went to make the drinks. he wrapped an arm around his boyfriend instead, resting his head on top of his after kissing the top of it. "i did not think it would be that noticeable right away, but now i have no problem seeing where that side comes from." something that he was going to have to thank sam's parents on later. "that's good." he leaned in closer so that he could lower his voice. "now i can focus on teasing you without thinking they're going to hate me." a charming smile was plastered across his face again as he leaned his head back up. as if he had said the most mundane thing ever.

"I think it's impossible for them to hate you now." Sam whispers under his breath turning his head pressing a kiss to Nikolai's shoulder. "Trust me if anyone is going to get worse throughout the night it's them. I mean I haven't seen my mom this relaxed in a minute, we haven't even opened the wine yet." He laughs squeezing his boyfriend's side. "Okay you get their drinks. I'll get the table ready, you bring them into the dining room. Things are gonna be great. Before I go," he smiles turning to face the other. "Kiss please?" He pouts not caring if his parents witnessed him being affection with his boyfriend. The two of them practically lived together at this point so why act like they never were intimate with each other.

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THE MOMENT IT TAKES BEFORE HE KISSES HER BACK makes her stomach drop. and then he's returning the kiss, that brief moment of anxiety lost in the feeling of his mouth against her own. she can feel his hands shifting down her body but it isn't until she's in the air that she registers what he's doing, a sweet laugh bubbling out between kisses at the unexpected movement. she's so giddy she feels drunk, though kyra knew she couldn't blame her single glass of merlot on her sudden lightheadedness. instead she was riding the high of her newfound boldness, and how nice it felt to be touched again by someone else after so long. it had been so long since kyra had felt wanted, and even if it was only for one night, she had no doubts about wells desire for her. her legs wrap around his hips as her arms curl around his neck in the same motion, anchoring herself onto him as wells moves, pressing her against the wall. there's no space left between them and she can feel the outline of him against her, hips grinding himself against her center. it's enough to make her whine as he breaks off the kiss, gaze casting up through her lashes to meet his. "this way." she's breathless, voice soft as she responds. untangling one arm from around his neck, kyra stretches her hand out, along the wall, straining for a moment until she finds the door handle, just managing to push it down far enough for the latch to release.

There were a handful of things Wells excelled at compared to other people. Notably one of them was sex, especially one night stands. While there was the lingering hope this wouldn't be a one and done he would respect whatever Kyra wanted. As his mouth continued moving over her neck he couldn't help but laugh at her whine as the door opened. "Relax sweetheart, we got all night." He reassures her with a soft nip at her jaw as he moves them into the bedroom. From the light in the hallway he's able to easily find the bed. After settling Kyra down he reaches to pull his shirt over his head before reaching to help remove her dress. "Now stupid question," he murmurs between kiss as his hands stay cradling her face. "Do you just want me to fuck you? Or would you also like me to eat you out? You're in charge tell me what you want how you want it. If you're not sure," he pauses pressing their foreheads together to force eye contact. "I'll suggest things. As long as you're comfortable and enjoying yourself - that's all that matters okay?"

#unspcken

vicedmuses

"no sweat. not everyone can have as good of a taste as carter i guess." for some reason, frankie doesn't seem to care that he isn't max's type. that doesn't bruise his ego. as long as he knows that his best friend is still into him, then his pride would remain in tact. he thinks back to that first day that carter and him hooked up. he did make him a sandwich and bring him something to eat, so it must be the other things that he was missing. the blond rolls his shoulders backward. "cool. guess gay guys are more in touch with their feelings or whatever. i'm glad that he found you then." is he? a part of him knows that he's no longer going to get his dick wet, so he's going to go back to being blue balled by his girlfriend. fuck. "you two gonna fuck in the bathroom or something? let me know now so i can see if i'm going home alone." he chuckles softly, glancing back over at his best friend at the bar. then he turns to max at the mention of stella. "she's still being a prude, but i got a new fleshlight recently and it feels so good wrapped around my cock. a little too tight though." what's tmi against gay guys? frankie doesn't know. he's only used to carter. his carter.

While Max knew his boyfriend had a major crush on Frankie, he trusts that nothing would happen between them. "Well most of us are, especially when someone comes along who makes you feel them. But I guess you also gotta be open to feeling and returning them. Carter? He makes it easy." Max smiles at the way Carter looks back rolling his eyes over how long it's taking for him to get their drinks. "I can't rule out we're going to fuck in the bathroom yet I know he wouldn't want to leave you hanging." He reassures the other before raising his eyebrows at Frankie's admission of his new sex toy. "Oh yeah? Those are pretty sick not gonna lie. I'm bisexual so I get the appeal for sure. Too tight though? Never heard of such a thing. Maybe you just gotta stretch it out goldilocks."

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Between the ending of their conversation on the carpet, to now -- Skye could tell that he was getting aggravated with her. She began texting out a message, deleting it, typing out another one, deleting that one as well, she just couldn't come up with the correct words that would make him happy. As her car came to a stop, she thanked the driver and headed into the lobby of the hotel. Taking her gaze off of her phone to the elevator. When seeing that the doors were about to close, Skye ran towards them, as fast as she was able to while wearing heels. "Wait --" she called out as her heels clanked against the tile floor, putting her hand between the doors to stop them from closing and once they opened up enough, she slipped inside. Her blue eyes fell onto the male that she had just been texting and all of a sudden felt frozen. "Hi," she spoke softly. What else could she say?

Just as he was about to be free from this hellish night the sound of someone running towards the elevator made him groan internally. Part of him wanted to reach out to stop the doors from closing but he stayed still. When he realized Skye was standing in front of him there was a sigh. "Hi," is all he says at first. "Get in." He snaps a little harsher than he meant to but it already happened. "Sorry," he whispers as the doors close. "So since fate intervened. You down to talk? We can go to my room if you want. This way you can leave whenever you want," he says a little sarcastically.

Exhaling sharply as she read his texts, he was right. She was the one that had to deal with this now. He was in his off season and could go off the grid if he wanted to. Her? It was her job to be active on social media. This was going to suck, but she had to deal with it and she was dreading all of it.

[text] you suck [text] and how do you know that you already don't live rent free in my head?

As he felt the car come to a stop the next round of texts came in from Skye causing Wells to shake his head. While he knew their situations weren't completely fair she had a very easy way, in his opinion, to bring all of it to a halt. Yet she was still being stubborn or difficult or just annoying at this point. As the elevator door opened he texted back while stepping inside.

[text] thanks for confirming [text] let me know when you actually want to talk

Wells hit the button for his floor before sagging against the wall ready to turn his phone off and go to sleep.

butdarlingthestarrs

Connor Storrie | The Met Gala | 4th May 2026

#q #visage:sonny

sheisraging

Connor Storrie for Tiffany & Co.

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Caroline had often regretted how she acted in high school, and it certainly wasn't who she was now. She remembers teasing Sonny mercilessly, making fun of the way he spoke and acted, the way he poured himself into roles, as if that wasn't admirable. She'd been a popular girl in high school, always hung off some guys arm, flirting with girls who knew none the wiser. It was easy for her.

"Yeah, it's-- it's great!" She says, as convincingly as she can. It was great, but not for any of the reasons it should've been: a fellow classmate, an ex scene partner, etc. No, she said it was great, because he was pretty to look at, and it's what you always say when you see someone you used to know. Caroline turns her ear to him, when he leans in, and she snaps her mouth shut at the words. She needs to gain her upperhand back, never once liking being bested. A small smile curls at her lips instead, and she turns to catch his eye. "Promise?" She asks, big blue eyes on display just for him.