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[fuckyeahsackler]

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[quiteanabyss]

Did I read that right, Kid? You want me to rail you?

Holy shit! It worked?

I thought that maybe with all the weirdness going on in the world it might be worth a try, but I didn't think I'd actually be able to make you appear!

And now I'm mortified that you saw that... 🤦‍♀️

[fuckyeahsackler]

Mortified? Shit, there’s worse fuckin’ things you could’a said.

But ask and you shall receive. I’m here and at your disposal in any way that you see fit.

[quiteanabyss]

Ohshitohshitohshit.

I know there's worse things I could've said, but I'm not normally so forward. My usual method is occasionally glancing at guys I like and hoping they notice me. (The results haven't been great so far, but I remain hopeful...)

Regarding your offer, I'm working from home today, which means I'm still wearing my pyjamas and watching Netflix while occasionally checking my emails. If you don't mind my casual state of undress, do you maybe want to come round?

[fuckyeahsackler]

Maybe it didn’t work out great before, but it’s worked out well now because I’ve noticed you, Kid.

As for your choice of work attire . . . The last thing I care about is how you’re dressed. And it’s not a matter of if I’ll come over, it’s a matter of when. I’ve already got one foot out the door. You want me to grab you anything on my way over? The place down the street’s got some good sugary shit that would go well with your Netflix viewing.

[quiteanabyss]

Yes you have, although I'm still trying to figure out why. Forgive me, but I'm so used to being invisible that I feel a bit like a deer in the headlights right now. Any male attention would have me freaking out, but the fact that it's you ...

Ughhhhh, I'm so sorry, Adam. I'm making this so weird. But I might as well be honest. I'm not even sure why you're still talking to me, let alone being so nice to me. I mean, you're you and I'm me.

Wait ...

I think I've got it now.

I reckon that the stresses of this year have finally made me crack up, and I'm actually hallucinating this entire conversation. Yeah, that's definitely the most logical explanation. For sure!

But ...

On the off chance that I'm not imagining talking to you, and you really do have one foot out the door, anything edible you could bring me would be absolutely amazing. I've forgotten to eat breakfast and lunch once again, and there's stuff in the fridge, but I don't want that food, you know?

I apologise. I'm rambling. I'll stop now. 🤐

[fuckyeahsackler]

It takes me all of twenty minutes to reach your doorstep.

From the moment you’d accepted my offer to come over, it was a race to see you. So much so, that my brief detour to the shop lasts all of five minutes. I think I have purchased just about every available piece of candy that fills the small space of the shop’s interior in hopes that I will have chosen at least a handful of things that you will like.

As I am on my way out of the shop I recall your earlier statement regarding your wish to have sustenance that is anything other than what already remains in your fridge. There is yet another shop just down the way, and much closer to your home, that sells just what I think will please you.

When I make my exit, I bypass every potential mode of transportation, choosing to use my own two feet as a more reliable option to sprint the remainder of the way to your residence. By the time I arrive I find myself quite winded, and my chest heaves with the efforts of my run.

I shift the pizza box to my left hand of the very arm from which a plastic shopping bag dangles, stuffed to the brim with sweets. There is a moment of silence that follows a rapid series of knocks, but just when I am about to lift my hand to knock again, the door swings open to reveal your lovely form.

There is a look of utter disbelief on your face, but even still, I smile a toothy grin as I hold up the box and bag simultaneously to show them off.

“Like I said, already had one foot out the door . . . ”

[quiteanabyss]

Did I read that right, Kid? You want me to rail you?

Holy shit! It worked?

I thought that maybe with all the weirdness going on in the world it might be worth a try, but I didn't think I'd actually be able to make you appear!

And now I'm mortified that you saw that... 🤦‍♀️

[fuckyeahsackler]

Mortified? Shit, there’s worse fuckin’ things you could’a said.

But ask and you shall receive. I’m here and at your disposal in any way that you see fit.

[quiteanabyss]

Ohshitohshitohshit.

I know there's worse things I could've said, but I'm not normally so forward. My usual method is occasionally glancing at guys I like and hoping they notice me. (The results haven't been great so far, but I remain hopeful...)

Regarding your offer, I'm working from home today, which means I'm still wearing my pyjamas and watching Netflix while occasionally checking my emails. If you don't mind my casual state of undress, do you maybe want to come round?

[fuckyeahsackler]

Maybe it didn’t work out great before, but it’s worked out well now because I’ve noticed you, Kid.

As for your choice of work attire . . . The last thing I care about is how you’re dressed. And it’s not a matter of if I’ll come over, it’s a matter of when. I’ve already got one foot out the door. You want me to grab you anything on my way over? The place down the street’s got some good sugary shit that would go well with your Netflix viewing.

[quiteanabyss]

Did I read that right, Kid? You want me to rail you?

Holy shit! It worked?

I thought that maybe with all the weirdness going on in the world it might be worth a try, but I didn't think I'd actually be able to make you appear!

And now I'm mortified that you saw that... 🤦‍♀️

[fuckyeahsackler]

Mortified? Shit, there’s worse fuckin’ things you could’a said.

But ask and you shall receive. I’m here and at your disposal in any way that you see fit.

[fuckyeahsackler]

“I was walking down the sidewalk at night and I see you talking to someone and in panic I ran into the alley and hid behind the dumpster as you ran passed the alley “

The bottoms of his soles scrape against the pavement whilst he runs. He’s so focused on the thoughts that swirl around in his mind that he misses any and all movement from the alley. He carries on past, none the wiser to your presence behind the dumpster.

[fuckyeahsackler]

The letter was in his bed. I got my stuff and manage to get away from there since I would start crying anytime soon. _My dear friend_ _You asked me why I've been off lately and never had time for you. Being honest with you, I've developed feelings of you and I can't keep them. Yes, I love you. I know you don't feel the same, but I can't force you to be with me even just being friends because it's not right. Maybe Alabama can make me forget about you...

The mattress dips beneath the weight of him when he takes a seat on the edge of the bed with the letter held firmly in his hand. He must have read it over a dozen times, but still the words don’t seem to have fully sunk in.

He’d known there was something off lately, but he thought . . . 

Well, he’d thought it had to be anything other than him.

It appears that he was sorely mistaken, however.

Adam’s attention shifts away from the letter when his eyes slide to the left, eyeing the phone that sits on the nightstand. He should let this go, let you go, but . . .

He can’t.

Not when so much is riding on the line.

Placing the letter beside him on the bed, he reaches for the phone and quickly dials your number. The incessant ringing is maddening, so much so that he rises up from his spot on the bed in order to begin pacing the width of the room.

“C’mon, c’mon, pick up,” he hisses out into the room, still listening to the rings as he waits and hopes that you’ll answer.

[strangetimetravelangel]

After the phone ring a thousand times, I answered, my voice being slow and dragged from crying.

"Adam"

It sounded like a whisper, but I put all of my efforts in his name while saying it.

"It's not a good time right now... can I call you later?"

I wouldn't call him, but I didn't want to be the bad guy more than I already am.

[fuckyeahsackler]

His steps halt the moment that the phone ceases to ring and your voice floats to him from the opposing end of the line.

“Where the fuck are you?” There is an upward inflection in his voice when the panic sets in. He’s on borrowed time, he knows that; he knows that the second the call cuts that it’s over and you’ll be gone for good. So he does what he can, does what he knows: he speaks far too fast, says too much in hopes that it’ll get you to just . . . stay.

“You’re really going to just drop this letter on me and then, and then . . . and then what, huh? You’d just leave and not give me the chance to talk to you?”

[strangetimetravelangel]

Closing my eyes I could almost literally see him, nervous and angry somehow. I sighed and nodded, wiping away the tears on my face.

"I can't do this, it fucking hurts. Being with you as my best friend should be enough but it's not and it fucking hurts me seeing you with those girls and me just being a friend.... I don't wanna hurt you, but I don't wanna keep hurting myself, convincing my soul that one day you'll see me for who I am and maybe fall in love with me."

[fuckyeahsackler]

Silence follows your admission, and for what feels like the first time in his life, he finds himself at a loss as to what to say. Adam runs a hand through his hand in frustration and exhales a heavy sigh.

“I wish I would have known you felt that way,” he finally says, his hand dropping down to his side when he speaks. “Before today, not after you left a note and ran.” His head shakes though there is no one else in the space to witness the motion. “Things could have been so different.”

[strangetimetravelangel]

"When you say this it sounds I'm a coward.... And how could I still be here around you? Be honest Sackler, would you ever notest the slightest act of love I could show you?"

Sighing, my hands ran through my hair and started to hold the teddy bear he gave me a year ago.

"I'm happy here, and I was even more happy before I confess my feelings for you because I know things won't be the same between us anymore. But I don't wanna go to Alabama and leave my story here. I'll call the company and I'll say I need two or three days to prepare my flight again. We can talk and.... We'll find a way to make this work, whatever we are now. If you agree with this, come to my place in 20 minutes. Okay? I know I'm the bad guy.. The coward who ran from you.... But I care about you, enough to do this, to meet you again, even if it means it's the last time I'll ever going to see you".

[fuckyeahsackler]

“No one’s calling you a coward, Kid.”

He huffs out a puff of air while simultaneously pivoting in place to let his eyes dart around the room in search of his keys. “Would I have noticed? How could I when I wasn’t even given the chance to try?”

“Fuckin’ shit,” he murmurs to himself when he moves from his spot to hunt down the keys that have seemed to disappear from view. When he finally does manage to locate them, he exclaims out into the empty living room. “Ah ha!”

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare move. I’ll be there soon.”

[fuckyeahsackler]

The letter was in his bed. I got my stuff and manage to get away from there since I would start crying anytime soon. _My dear friend_ _You asked me why I've been off lately and never had time for you. Being honest with you, I've developed feelings of you and I can't keep them. Yes, I love you. I know you don't feel the same, but I can't force you to be with me even just being friends because it's not right. Maybe Alabama can make me forget about you...

The mattress dips beneath the weight of him when he takes a seat on the edge of the bed with the letter held firmly in his hand. He must have read it over a dozen times, but still the words don’t seem to have fully sunk in.

He’d known there was something off lately, but he thought . . . 

Well, he’d thought it had to be anything other than him.

It appears that he was sorely mistaken, however.

Adam’s attention shifts away from the letter when his eyes slide to the left, eyeing the phone that sits on the nightstand. He should let this go, let you go, but . . .

He can’t.

Not when so much is riding on the line.

Placing the letter beside him on the bed, he reaches for the phone and quickly dials your number. The incessant ringing is maddening, so much so that he rises up from his spot on the bed in order to begin pacing the width of the room.

“C’mon, c’mon, pick up,” he hisses out into the room, still listening to the rings as he waits and hopes that you’ll answer.

[strangetimetravelangel]

After the phone ring a thousand times, I answered, my voice being slow and dragged from crying.

"Adam"

It sounded like a whisper, but I put all of my efforts in his name while saying it.

"It's not a good time right now... can I call you later?"

I wouldn't call him, but I didn't want to be the bad guy more than I already am.

[fuckyeahsackler]

His steps halt the moment that the phone ceases to ring and your voice floats to him from the opposing end of the line.

“Where the fuck are you?” There is an upward inflection in his voice when the panic sets in. He’s on borrowed time, he knows that; he knows that the second the call cuts that it’s over and you’ll be gone for good. So he does what he can, does what he knows: he speaks far too fast, says too much in hopes that it’ll get you to just . . . stay.

“You’re really going to just drop this letter on me and then, and then . . . and then what, huh? You’d just leave and not give me the chance to talk to you?”

[strangetimetravelangel]

Closing my eyes I could almost literally see him, nervous and angry somehow. I sighed and nodded, wiping away the tears on my face.

"I can't do this, it fucking hurts. Being with you as my best friend should be enough but it's not and it fucking hurts me seeing you with those girls and me just being a friend.... I don't wanna hurt you, but I don't wanna keep hurting myself, convincing my soul that one day you'll see me for who I am and maybe fall in love with me."

[fuckyeahsackler]

Silence follows your admission, and for what feels like the first time in his life, he finds himself at a loss as to what to say. Adam runs a hand through his hand in frustration and exhales a heavy sigh.

“I wish I would have known you felt that way,” he finally says, his hand dropping down to his side when he speaks. “Before today, not after you left a note and ran.” His head shakes though there is no one else in the space to witness the motion. “Things could have been so different.”

[fuckyeahsackler]

The letter was in his bed. I got my stuff and manage to get away from there since I would start crying anytime soon. _My dear friend_ _You asked me why I've been off lately and never had time for you. Being honest with you, I've developed feelings of you and I can't keep them. Yes, I love you. I know you don't feel the same, but I can't force you to be with me even just being friends because it's not right. Maybe Alabama can make me forget about you...

The mattress dips beneath the weight of him when he takes a seat on the edge of the bed with the letter held firmly in his hand. He must have read it over a dozen times, but still the words don’t seem to have fully sunk in.

He’d known there was something off lately, but he thought . . . 

Well, he’d thought it had to be anything other than him.

It appears that he was sorely mistaken, however.

Adam’s attention shifts away from the letter when his eyes slide to the left, eyeing the phone that sits on the nightstand. He should let this go, let you go, but . . .

He can’t.

Not when so much is riding on the line.

Placing the letter beside him on the bed, he reaches for the phone and quickly dials your number. The incessant ringing is maddening, so much so that he rises up from his spot on the bed in order to begin pacing the width of the room.

“C’mon, c’mon, pick up,” he hisses out into the room, still listening to the rings as he waits and hopes that you’ll answer.

[strangetimetravelangel]

After the phone ring a thousand times, I answered, my voice being slow and dragged from crying.

"Adam"

It sounded like a whisper, but I put all of my efforts in his name while saying it.

"It's not a good time right now... can I call you later?"

I wouldn't call him, but I didn't want to be the bad guy more than I already am.

[fuckyeahsackler]

His steps halt the moment that the phone ceases to ring and your voice floats to him from the opposing end of the line.

“Where the fuck are you?” There is an upward inflection in his voice when the panic sets in. He’s on borrowed time, he knows that; he knows that the second the call cuts that it’s over and you’ll be gone for good. So he does what he can, does what he knows: he speaks far too fast, says too much in hopes that it’ll get you to just . . . stay.

“You’re really going to just drop this letter on me and then, and then . . . and then what, huh? You’d just leave and not give me the chance to talk to you?”

[fuckyeahsackler]

The letter was in his bed. I got my stuff and manage to get away from there since I would start crying anytime soon. _My dear friend_ _You asked me why I've been off lately and never had time for you. Being honest with you, I've developed feelings of you and I can't keep them. Yes, I love you. I know you don't feel the same, but I can't force you to be with me even just being friends because it's not right. Maybe Alabama can make me forget about you...

The mattress dips beneath the weight of him when he takes a seat on the edge of the bed with the letter held firmly in his hand. He must have read it over a dozen times, but still the words don’t seem to have fully sunk in.

He’d known there was something off lately, but he thought . . . 

Well, he’d thought it had to be anything other than him.

It appears that he was sorely mistaken, however.

Adam’s attention shifts away from the letter when his eyes slide to the left, eyeing the phone that sits on the nightstand. He should let this go, let you go, but . . .

He can’t.

Not when so much is riding on the line.

Placing the letter beside him on the bed, he reaches for the phone and quickly dials your number. The incessant ringing is maddening, so much so that he rises up from his spot on the bed in order to begin pacing the width of the room.

“C’mon, c’mon, pick up,” he hisses out into the room, still listening to the rings as he waits and hopes that you’ll answer.

[fuckyeahsackler]

It’s been . . . a minute.

Since it’s been so long, I’ll be clearing out my messages and my drafts - starting from scratch, if you will. Feel free to send in new asks.

[fuckyeahsackler]

Yo, A! If you're available, wanna meet at tomorrow at Kellogg's Diner for Sunday brunch? We can catch up and you can tell me about all these lovely ladies I've been hearing about. Talk to you soon.

“Ah, fuck! I can’t believe I fuckin’ missed the invite! Shit, I’m sorry, Matty. You free any time this week?”

[thegreenmatt-deactivated2021032]

It’s OK, A.  How about Friday afternoon?  I’m off.  We can grab coffees and walk around the city.  You and me and five bucks?

[fuckyeahsackler]

“Sounds like the perfect way to spend an afternoon if you ask me. Count me in.”

[thegreenmatt-deactivated2021032]

I'm itching to get the fuck outta the house. I've missed the chai lattes at 'World Cup'. Of course, I miss you too. I enjoy talking on the phone, but seeing you in person, the surprise in your eyes and the happiness on your face when we drop dark and perverted jokes and the adrenaline that surges when we follow it up with slapping each other on the arm...nothing beats those memories. Love you, Sackler. I'll see you in a few hours.

[fuckyeahsackler]

“Nothing beats hangin’ out with you in person, Matty. I’ve been looking forward to this all week, counting down the days, minutes, seconds until we finally meet up again. It’s almost time and I’m fuckin’ ready. I’ll see you real soon.”

[fuckyeahsackler]

Yo, A! If you're available, wanna meet at tomorrow at Kellogg's Diner for Sunday brunch? We can catch up and you can tell me about all these lovely ladies I've been hearing about. Talk to you soon.

“Ah, fuck! I can’t believe I fuckin’ missed the invite! Shit, I’m sorry, Matty. You free any time this week?”

[thegreenmatt-deactivated2021032]

It’s OK, A.  How about Friday afternoon?  I’m off.  We can grab coffees and walk around the city.  You and me and five bucks?

[fuckyeahsackler]

“Sounds like the perfect way to spend an afternoon if you ask me. Count me in.”

[fuckyeahsackler]

Your hand darts out towards him again, but this time your touch isn't delicate. You aren't teasing as you grab a fistful of his soft, dark hair and yank, forcing him to tilt his face upwards. There are tears welling in his lust-blackened eyes, threatening to spill over. Tears of frustration. Humiliation. Your eyes are still locked on his as you push up your skirt. No underwear - you couldn't have planned this better. "If you can't use your words," you snarl, "I'm sure you can find another way."

The sharp sting of his scalp from the hair that’s pulled elicits a hiss, and he’s so focused on blinking back the tears that have formed in his eyes, blurring his vision, that he fails to notice the lack of underwear. It isn’t until he lowers his gaze, tongue darting out to wet his lips, that he sees.

His cock twitches at the sight, yearning to be buried deep within that slick warmth of you. He’d been painfully hard before, but now he’s even more so.

Sackler’s hands reach for you, slipping around to the backs of your thighs to draw you closer to him until that pretty little cunt of yours is close enough to his mouth that he can flick out his tongue and have a taste. He does just that, parting your folds to lick hungrily at your clit, his hands moving higher to massage the flesh of your ass.

[fuckyeahsackler]

I give him a pitiful look, “Aww now now, I didn’t mean to frighten you. I thought we might have similar ideas of ... fun.” I put my staff back in the corner of the room I’m actually in (on the Finalizer), but all he can see is it disappearing.

He blinks once, twice, three times when the staff vanishes as if it was never really there at all. “Yeah? And what kind of fun is that?”

[fuckyeahsackler]

I smile and giggle as I try to wrap my legs around his waist, squirming in his arms. –Cait

Fuck, he loves that sound, the way that you gasp and giggle when he holds you so tight in his arms. He makes it to the bedroom in record time, depositing you down onto the bed, watching your body bounce against the mattress.

[fuckyeahsackler]

Guilt suddenly hits me as I hear you're not a drinker. "Oh gosh I'm sorry." I mutter out. "I should probably come in and make it up to you." You push the door open and I walk past you into the apartment. "Anything I can do? I can cook something up maybe?" I sit down on the couch and my skirt edges its way up a bit to reveal more of my plush thighs. -kenz

He follows you inside, kicking the door shut with his foot. He’s about to respond, his mouth opening to do so, but he quickly shuts himself off my snapping his mouth shut. Adam’s eyes wander over the newly exposed skin of your thighs, only coming to after he realizes just how quiet it’s gotten in the apartment.

Clearing his throat, he plops down beside you on the couch, his head shaking. “No, you don’t have to cook anything for me. I’m sure we can think of another way for you to make it up to me..”

[fuckyeahsackler]

Yo, A! If you're available, wanna meet at tomorrow at Kellogg's Diner for Sunday brunch? We can catch up and you can tell me about all these lovely ladies I've been hearing about. Talk to you soon.

“Ah, fuck! I can’t believe I fuckin’ missed the invite! Shit, I’m sorry, Matty. You free any time this week?”