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thundcrclouds‌:

it had been decades since phil had last been on a date. being divorced for ten years now, he hadn’t been on a real date since then and the last time he had been on a date with stella was before martin was even born. and usually, those had been lucky nights that the pair could get a babysitter and go to a nice dinner and relax. but phil had been asked out by that guy, ricky and of course he had yes. to say phil was nervous was a bit of an understatement. he didn’t know how people even dated anymore.

“oh, hey there,” he’d offered to pick ricky up at his place and walked up to the door and knocked on it. “are you ready or did i come too early?” phil was excited but he was trying to hide that.

( @enclscene )

ricky had only been on a couple dates since his divorce. he hadn’t put a lot of effort into finding anyone, still reeling from the divorce that hadn’t happened that long ago. he was never afraid of making the first move when he needed to, and asked phil out on a date, wanting to get closer to him, to get to know him more.

he had met phil by chance, on a run to the library, and had gotten his number and proceeded to text and call him for the next few weeks, meeting up with him once or twice, but nothing as official as a date. he hadn’t even done anything sexual with him yet, which was a surprise because the man was incredibly attractive and definitely made ricky’s heart race. he had perhaps even made his way into a couple of ricky’s fantasies.

to say that ricky was nervous was an understatement, he wanted the date to go well, he wanted to make a good impression. if he was honest, he was lonely, he missed having someone next to him in the morning, and to cuddle up to at night.

he spent a good amount of time preparing and getting ready for the date, that he lost track of it completely, lost in making sure that all of the details of his appearance were put together. he had on a fitted dress shirt in a baby blue color, and dark washed jeans that hugged his assets well. ricky wanted to show off for phil, make him see what he had to offer in more ways than one.

he was spraying himself with cologne when he heard the door, and quickly got his things to leave, putting on a dark blazer. ricky beamed when he saw phil, some of his nerves dissipating, “hey, handsome,” he answered, closing the door behind him. he moved to kiss phil on the cheek, holding onto his arm, and pulling him forward with him slightly as he made his way out.

“no, i think you came just in time, i would’ve changed my outfit twice if you came any later.” he laughed, moving to link his arm with phil’s. “now, are you excited to skate all night long?” ricky had planned the night so that they could have as much fun as possible, roller skating, and then a nice dinner together to unwind and chit chat. “or, rather, until the place closes. i have some pull with the owners so i can get us some alone time on the rink once they officially close, for a couple extra songs.”

#c #thundcrclouds #ricky #ricky & phillip

There were very few people Jose actually liked. He had grown so accustomed to being self sufficient, and somewhat closed off that he didn’t have many bonds with people. It was for the best, he thought, especially considering the whole ordeal with his family disowning him. He was still putting together those pieces.

Despite his somewhat closed off nature, and attitude, he was still a human being who needed some form of connection. And he got that through his work, and his friendship with Taylor. He often saw his colleague as such an opposite of him, but that’s what he liked about talking to him, it gave him another perspective.

He was situated on Taylor’s couch, a movie playing in front of them. Jose had planned this for weeks, a movie night between buddies. He had gotten distracted by his phone at some point, looking at the men nearby, when he noticed a few texts from a man he went on a couple of dates with.

He turned to Taylor, wondering if he could help him with his predicament, “Hey, how do you turn someone down without being too harsh about it?” Jose usually didn’t care about pussyfooting around the issue, but he had gotten told he was an asshole on more than one occasion and he had been set up with this man through a mutual connection, someone he worked with. He didn’t want things to be awkward so he thought it would be best to be nicer this time, whatever that meant.

“Do you think you could tell him for me? Pretend you’re me?” He asked, handing over his phone. “I’m just not into him and he keeps texting me all the time. He’s too clingy and he’s got a weird forehead. I kept staring at it the entire time he was talking to me on our last date.”

@newenglcnds ]

#c #newenglcnds #jose #jose & taylor #i have the mind of a mastermind #the joke ends yessssss #:sob:

rcnningcircles‌:

Leaning back against the nearby wall, Wolf pulls the pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, tapping one out into his palm. Placing the stick between his lips, he pats his pockets, realizing his lighter has gone missing. “You got a light?” He asks the nearby person, offering them a half-hearted smile. “You can bum one off of me if you do.” @prcvstarters

Jude eyed the other man, grinning at him, before digging into his pockets to find the lighter he always kept handy.

“I’ve always got a light on me,” he answered, looking at the cigarette in the man’s lips. Jude moved to light it for him, watching as the end lit up a bright, burnt orange.

“But you don’t have to give me one. I don’t really partake in that anymore. Had to quit when I was smoking practically a pack a day, now I just smoke weed.”

#c #rcnningcircles #jude & wolf

quinproquo‌:

Nate. God. He hated that name so much. But Jude certainly made up for it with how he slowly inhaled and took in that drag in him, beefy pecs just swelling against his clothes before he breathed out with that adorable smile of his that goaded this giddy inside him just the same and just scoffed instead—only to grunt low at how the other just took a feel of his chest, meaty paw stealing a squeeze and all. Fucker. Nathan just breathed a hum through his smile as he took the blunt again for a smaller a smaller hit as he let the tease just be a prompt for him to get back at the other sooner or later—especially with how he was really pushing with his words.

“I’m old, not numb—” Nathan finally chuckled, as the fuzzy sensations just echoed the other’s words and Nathan’s own thoughts. Warm and good—especially against a chilly day like this one. “—definitely felt you feeling me up too… if anything you’re the one trying to get in my fucking pants… you can’t even fucking wait til our guys comes…” he teased on, and turned to the other with a little more deviousness in his smile. And with Jude’s head hanging back, chest out and arms wide stretched, the man was practically open ——— it was almost tempting to do a payback just then, but Nathan just smiled to himself.

Jude was sprawled on the couch, falling into it completely, the haze he felt making him much more comfortable. He was wearing some old shorts that didn’t fit him as well as they used to, his thighs too large for them now, but they did the trick. He never dressed up when he got high at home, always going for whatever was easiest, and that meant a well fitted v neck that was haphazardly tucked into some old work out shorts.

He took the blunt again, inhaling and laughing as he breathed out a puff of smoke. It was nice joking around like this with Nathaniel, he needed to see him more often.

“Yea, yea, old man,” he answered, raising a brow, “It’s okay, you’re definitely a silver fox, or a daddy, as the twinks on grindr say.” He took another hit and passed it over.

“Are you telling me you didn’t like that?” Jude asked, repeating the same move again, except he let his touch linger a bit, his hand feeling the impressive mass of muscle under his shirt. Maybe smoking did make him much more loose.

“When is that guy coming, by the way? I feel like it’s been ages, I need my sausage,” Jude looked at the door longingly, his cat jumping down from one of its posts and going to scratch at the door as if to emphasize his point.

“Pie that is. Sausage pie. A pizza pie.” Jude laughed, moving around to lean into Nathaniel, resting his head on the man’s shoulder, his thick neck supported by the man’s broadness.

“Do you ever wonder why they call it a pie? I mean, it isn’t a pie, really. One of life’s many mysteries.”

#c #quinproquo #jude & nathaniel

Ѡ @ jose

[ text ]: That’s an interesting pose. Haven’t really seen that before.

[ text ]: I’m assuming this wasn’t meant to be seen by my eyes?

#text #jose #jose & john #sculptorjohnmartin

Ѡ (Jose from Samuel)

[ text: man with a hose ]: I see working at the station has your body right.

[ text: man with a hose ]: I wasn’t expecting this, but I am not complaining.

[ text: man with a hose ]: What spurred this? It was meant for me…right?

#text #jose #jose & samuel #prxvidencemen

quinproquo‌:

——— s t a r t . | @enclscene

At the very least, Jude’s place was one of the things that Nathaniel got used to; sure, it wasn’t a luxury apartment downtown like he has, but it was home in a way ——— and by home it meant it felt like just walking back into New York because it literally just look like Jude got his dump there and relocated. Still, just like the old times, it was just as much of a good place to get high. After all, having Jude to provide him with the best kind saves him all the trouble of finding one for himself—among other things, really. If he was honest, Jude made settling into Providence a little easier. So, for everything else that the guy needed, Nathaniel was there ——— except for the notion of being part of his show… or at least being in front of the camera. He’s not at all opposed to getting the production company as a client for his firm after all. But for the moment, he hummed… his broad chest swelling on for a breath—a puff of fine smoke that came with the warm and cozy ease that had him settle deeper into the corner of the couch.

“—ever fucked a Postmates guy?” he began with a snort, his head tilting aside to meet the other’s gaze as his mind held onto the topic that came about since they were waiting for the food to come after all. “Or a pizza guy? You’ve always been the horny when high kind of person…”

Jude’s place was...interesting. It was almost like a bachelor pad, if the bachelor were a forty year old gay man whose life was run by a cat. Not many cats. One cat. Singular. New York was the light of his life, the big ball of fur demanded nice things, and those things were sprawled around his apartment.

Not to mention the things she knocked over that he, at times, didn’t bother to pick up. So, yes, his apartment was a little messy. He just didn’t have the energy to clean it on his few day off, and he kept forgetting to pay a cleaning service. So, there were items strewn about the floor, multiple cat toys forgotten, never to be played with again.

His couch was good though, it was large, and comfortable, and clean, for the most part, save for a stain or two he couldn’t quite explain.

Jude didn’t have people over too often though, so it didn’t matter, and those he did, usually knew what to expect.

Like Nathaniel, his longtime friend who he knew wouldn’t judge him too harshly. At least he hoped not.

He watched as said man inhaled some of his prime weed, glad to have a smoking buddy. If his eyes lingered on his chest for a few seconds, no one had to know.

Jude laughed, reaching for the joint and inhaling, before answering, letting a stream of smoke out, “You’re seriously asking me that? Nate, you know as much I do that I don’t search out hook ups that often. Sometimes I just get what’s easiest. And that means fucking some frat bro delivery guy on my couch.” Maybe that explains the stains. He pauses and takes another hit, swatting at Nathaniel’s chest playfully. “Is that why you wanted to get high together? Hmm? Wanted to get in my pants?”

Jude handed the blunt over, and laid back, resting his head on his couch cushion, reveling in the warm fuzzy feeling overtaking him. “And, you’re telling me smoking a doobie doesn’t make you hot and ready? It makes me feel all good and relaxed. That’s, like, optimal sexy time feelings right there. You still feel those, right?”

#c #quinproquo #jude #jude & nathaniel

Ѡ griffin and ricky

[ text: master baker ]: wowza.

[ text: master baker ]: I guess the things you bake aren’t the only cakes you’re handling eh, mary?

[ text: master baker ]: I’m sorry, I had to.

[ text: master baker ]: Who was this actually meant for? You can’t blame me for being nosy.

[ text: master baker ]: [nose emoji]

#text #ricky #ricky & griffin #provimens

fpjonez

#ricky #cosmopolitans and showtunes;#his best look

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#playlist #ricky #cosmopolitans and showtunes;

provimens‌:

@enclscene henri and ricardo

this wasn’t henri’s normal scene. sure, he had been privy to many a blind date. being a bartender, it wasn’t unusual for his bar to become the home of such instances. but henri had never partaken in one himself. on the contrary, after his last long-term relationship ended, henri had more or less swore off the whole committed relationship thing, choosing instead to rely solely on one-night stands that he was sure to forget the next morning. but his friends had another thing in mind, and how they had roped him into agreeing to go on the date, he’ll never know.

even still, henri was never ont to half-ass anything. he had showered and dressed, not necessarily to the nines, he looked put together. fitted jeans and a blank v-neck sweater hugged his exterior, as he examined himself in the reflection of the restaurant bathroom. he watched his face carefully, not seeking to bely just how uncomfortable he was with the whole situation. so, when the time finally came, he strode out into the light din of the restaurant with confidence and a bright smile.

finding the table that the host directed him to, he walked him and offered another flash of smile.

“hi, ricardo? i’m henri.”

this was ricky’s first actual date since the divorce. he had tried small things, meet ups he wouldn’t necessarily consider dates, but this was an actual, serious date. he had, for some reason, agreed to a blind date. which only made his nerves that much worse. what if it went horribly and he was stuck? he didn’t really have an escape plan in place.

what if the guy didn’t like him and left? he smoothed down the front of his shirt, taking in a deep breath. ricky had dressed up enough, to match the establishment. it was a nice restaurant , so he had opted for a light pink button up that was fitted right to his body, paired with dark pants and one of his best gold watches. he looked polished and like he had his life together, without trying too hard, which he felt was the right balance.

ricky looked at his phone one last time, checking his notifications to try and ease his nervous energy, when he saw a very handsome man approach his table. was that his date?

jesus. he was breathtaking. was he a model? ricky swallowed, offering him a smile in turn, and stood up to greet him. he held his hand out, “what a pleasure, henri, i’m ricky. only my mama, and my students call me ricardo.”

he sat back down, looking over to one of the waiters, before turning to henri. “you look nice. have you been here before?” he asked conversationally, taking a sip of water. was his throat dry? “my friend said this place was amazing, but i don’t always trust her taste, if i’m being honest. she thinks madonna is way better than cher. which is just wrong. i told her, if you’re going to be my hag, you need to have the same opinions on the legends and icons of yesteryear as i....”

ricky realized he was doing it again, letting his nerves get to him. maybe talking about the rankings of madonna and cher wasn’t the best first date conversation, “anyway, what do you do for work, henri?”

#c #provimens #ricky #ricky & henri

Ѡ to Jose

[ text ]: It’s raining ass and dick on me today.

[ text ]: I don’t have your number in my phone, so I assume this isn’t for me?

#text #jose #jose & symon #aznintown

@newenglcnds

[ text : No Way Jose ] : Shit my bad, and no, I’m good. I try not to sleep with my best customers. Your money means more to me than the off chance things don’t get weird between us

[ text: Hottest plug in town ]: I’m glad my money means so much to you. I work hard for it.

[ text: Hottest plug in town ]: It wouldn’t get weird though. I’m almost offended you think I’m one of those clingy emotional people that ruins their relationships because of sex. But it’s fine, as long as you keep supplying what I need we’re good.

#newenglcnds #text #jose #jose & jake