[bestofgleecast]

[mcssagcscnt]

“You can’t be serious….” Lorenzo had spent all weekend cleaning out the small building that was eventually going to become his therapy office. It wasn’t anything too major and he didn’t want to go too big too fast. However, he wouldn’t be able to get anywhere if people kept vandalizing and trashing the place. He didn’t know what kind of bad blood the previous owners had but that didn’t have anything to do with him. He was just trying to provide a service he thought was necessary. Thankfully, he still had most of his cleaning stuff still inside. “People can be really be such assholes.” He spoke more out into the open than anybody that might be passing by at the moment.

[dionysusvine-blog]

Mornings were not Dawson’s strong suit. He hated that if he was ever awake in the mornings it was either a “walk of shame” or figuring out if he was to keep the party going or not. Still, this morning he was sober and not walking from a lover’s house. Instead he got up to meet with a couple of potential clients who might throw parties at his club. Having a good meeting did put him in a better mood for being up early, for him. Walking with a coffee in his hand he couldn’t help but hear someone having a hard time with something. “They can be assholes. You either got a lick them or fuck them for them to be enjoyable,” he agreed with the male’s sentiment. “You didn’t mean to decorate with that kind of...art?”

[untobroceania]

Shirt, nowhere to be found. The skin of his chest was bared, warm with sun and light brown hair. The picture of relaxation. Not a lesson booked for another half a week. It’s the best gift he’d ever given to himself and his husband – that, and the square cut trunks barely managing to wrangle the mound between his thighs. For a god-made-mortal, he’s far too relaxed so far from home. It’s when he rolls over that his ass comes into view, stacked high under a swimmer’s trained back, fuzzy from under the lip of the fabric where his cheeks pulled it taut. Thighs? Thick, but relaxed.

By the titans, modern mortals had it good.

It’s not until he hears he’s joined at the pool does he stir, groaning in a stretch that looks halfway to a yoga pose, hands pushing his chest up from the seat but hips still pressed down. “Don’t let me stop you,” Porter called out, groaning through the effort. “Pool’s open. Classes might be canceled, but it’s free swim.”

[dionysusvine-blog]

Dawson figured a drink by the pool would be a good time. He needed something to offset the fact that he went a little too hard last night. An event thrown by him was far from dull, even if he was mortal now. He knew his way around a club, his club, and he knew how to get people to spend a lot of money on alcohol. But he was left with a ringing headache and some light sensitivity. Still, dressing in a long robe he left the shirt behind and paired it with some board shorts as he walked down to the pool. “Bloody Mary, please,” he ordered at the bar, carrying said drink over to see who was relaxing in the pool.

By gods, Porter had an ass on him. He titled his sunglasses down to get a better look for a moment before. Then there was that pose, if Dawson didn’t know better he’d assume the man was showing off. “Well, I had no intentions of going anywhere else,” he said as he brought the drink to his lips, his eyes were shamelessly right on Porter’s ass as he spoke. He snapped them towards his face. 

“If you don’t mind being looked at, of course. Cause, I’m unable to pull my eyes away,” he smiled as he moved to sit on the edge of the pool, letting the robe go behind him as his feet went into the water.

[fluffysax]

[fluffysax]

Uhm, yes

[gay-revolusions]

[goddessofpenises]