guys next door

[guiisnextdoor]

rules, rules, rules

hey everyone!! jd over here, there won’t be a lot of rules, i’m just trying to have fun here (like all of us)

this blog may contain usfw content so beware, it won’t be the main theme but i wanna warn you that it’ll be present from time to time. this includes taboo topics such as stepincest/incest, they may be present

all male muses indeed, i identify as a male myself so i’m not there yet, and i wouldn’t want to do a disservice to women by playing as them

bios at the moment there won’t be any bios for my characters, i’d rather try them out first and see what sticks so then i’ll think of writing them some. be sure to ask if my opens catch your attention so we can plot further

ships i only ship with other male muses but that doesn’t mean i’m closed to do platonic stuff, htmu anywa

oc vs canon i’m not the most versed person in canon but i do like me some, i’m okay with mixing both oc with canon, doing canon ships or mixing verses, the beauty of it is the lack of creative boundaries

age like my blog says i’m way over 18, i expect those writing with me to be as well

plotting i love plotting, like so, so bad. hit the dm’s whenever you feel like it

... and that’s pretty much it!!! if and when i come up with something else to add, i’ll update this post

[grahamontheice]

not known for backing away from a challenge, garrett saw all this as an opportunity to find something new about himself; if anything, an unexplored path to go down to. it was nice to see the hunger shown in his eyes, responded to with a lopsided smirk. "i think to ask if you'll be able to speak is a much better question." with his weight landing on the mattress, graham let out a huff; not as a complain, but the surprise managed to get it out of the taller male. "fuck. . . needed a real man then, huh?" clearly, garrett had nothing to feel jealous about whoever owen was with before. the beefcake of a hockey player had everything in him to be proud of. the third leg being manhandled was enough proof. "alright. open wide." and without a proper answer for it, his cock was forced into the blond's mouth, hand on the back of his head just to make sure he wouldn't dare move away.

[guiisnextdoor]

much like muscle memory he got his mouth open to let the man in, felt the head push against his tongue sliding further in, owen pursed his lips around it leaving so little space for anything else. the jock was truly a mouthful. he went down with ease at first, yet to the surprise of no one he struggled right as his nose was about to brush the other's pubes. the blond loooked up, not really regretting it but grateful for the opportunity. simply putting a good dick in his mouth, no better way than to shut him up and keep it sated. owen melted really, humming and groaning while attempting to push his head back when sucking him off. perhaps not the biggest he'd had, but surely was up there. with whatever little space he had, he bobbed his head, spit and precum leaking from the corners of his mouth but he'd be at it till his lips memorized every vein in garrett's cock.

[grahamontheice]

internet had made sure garrett knew what the term was. after all, according to a few people there, he fit the quota, the perfect example of an archetype. "i do know what i'm doing. but it's sweet that you worry about it — just hope you know, i don't expect you to break. sure you can take it?" big hand wrapped around the neck for a moment, forcing the eye contact to happen, ensuring it wouldn't break for a moment. the grasp however went north, landing on his chin, prying those lips open only for his mouth to purse and spit right between them, followed by a cocky smirk. "shut up about her. i'm here to fuck you stupid. until you... squirt, or whatever."

[guiisnextdoor]

his knees went weak for a moment, given into widening the gap between their sizes as he opened his mouth some more to gain his prize. there was genuine awe in his eyes, couldn't break away from staring into him. "we'll see if there's some bite after all this barking." he grabbed him by the wrist and pulled it off his neck, only to follow by shoving graham over the mattress. he followed suit, climbed on top of him and let loose, buried his face on those gorgeous mantits kissing and biting on his skin. a treat after breaking things off with his ex? and a mighty one at that. he kept at worshipping that man's stomach, a one way trip down till his musk hit him back full to his face. owen stopped at nothing, wrapped his fist around the shaft and jerked him intently. he took his lips straight to graham's sack, licking, sucking in the skin while his wrist grew tireless milking that man off.

[guiisnextdoor]

@italianbxyy

"hi, sorry i'm late. i'm roman vale, charlie's dad. i'm here to pick her up." he was breathless after basically running before the studio closed. but looking past the young man that greeted him at the door, he could hardly spot anyone else inside.

roman took a step back, a little too self conscious about the fact that he'd been told in the past how he could come off as too strong when towering over people. "her mom already came for her, didn't she?" with a clenched jaw, he looked around, mostly swallowing his annoyance and anger down.

"i apologize, it's just- it was a long drive from work, i did everything i could to be there for her on time."

[grahamontheice]

"would you rather i act stupid and pretend i don't know what i'm doing?" in all fairness, garrett did have a certain level of curiosity about how far he could go with owen. it was his first time with a guy, after all, and despite the jock persona others seemed to think was all there was in him, graham was caring. this time was no exception. "jesus, dude. at least invite a guy a drink first, don't you think?" his voice teased, peeling himself off any clothes that gave his body secrecy, standing naked in front of the blond with the meat pointing forward. bouncing almost comically with the way he approached owen, big feet echoing in the bedroom.

[guiisnextdoor]

"my bad, i tend to thrive with dumb himbos. they love it when i order them around" owen smiled, crossed his arms under his chest. being very used to seeing hunks was one thing, graham looked to be on a whole different scale. not only muscular, but thick, was that a blush starting to show on his face? with the view alone he got tingly under his shorts. "drinks are for griflriends and dates only, plus i don't wanna get your taste mixed with anything else" owen tilted his head, very much needing both eyes to get the full frame of the hockey player. "do you know what you're doing? i could tell her, there's a good chance i will... and she might even get off to it too, the thought of us fucking. ever fooled with another guy before? in the locker rooms, showers, that's too cute a dick to leave guys starving, graham. "

[grahamontheice]

the only certainty garrett had was his need for release. a moment before the response was given, the hockey player found himself clearing his throat, finding his lower brim caught between pearly whites before finding the courage to say it. despite his superior height, for whatever reason, thought of himself as some sort of prey. "we're going back to your room. and you'll suck me off. we'll see what happens next." it was only fair he returned the favor before tucking the cock in, pitching a pretty obvious tent in those shorts already pointing forward, concluding their discussion momentarily with a slap on the other's rear. that had been enough to feel just how voluminous the cheeks were.

[guiisnextdoor]

"getting comfortable, are we?" a very much welcome slap brought a smile to his face and prompted his behind to perk up a little. see if there was more where that came from. he was quick to unlock the door before stepping inside, pushed the door open for his unusual guest before closing it back after them. "ground rules, no clothes allowed for guests. if i'm taking all that in my mouth, show me a good time. strip for me, gar." owen led by example, yet he stripped only off his hoodie. not too ripped or thin, a swimmer's body much like he was. he was hitting that point of no return full steam ahead, no breaks nor a will to back off.

[grahamontheice]

their interaction had shifted something inside of him. a certain curiosity that had been dormant for a while — then again, it wasn't like the opportunity had come up before. "you know, you can. . . taste." the offer was followed by a clear of his throat, own dry lips sucked in for a moment in order to get them wet. the heavy sack underneath bounced along with every jerk garrett gave himself, making the shaft look way more enticing.

[guiisnextdoor]

"can i, taste you? or do you want me to?" owen leaned against the wall, quite welcoming of the show being put on in front of him. he would curse himself for being a sucker for hot jocks, but he couldn't go against his own nature. which was why he dropped his hand to cup and fondle his sack nicely. "these feel heavy and full, in need for release" he breathed out, barely louder than a whisper. "i'm a good friend, garrett, the kind of friend that helps out another when they're in need. but i'm gonna need you to say it, word for word." gently letting go of his nuts, he brought his hand slightly up to take over garrett's shaft, he did a better job anyway as only a cocklover would. "wanna take this to my dorm? and do what, exactly?" he was smug, but with good reason to be, the throbbing on his palm gave most of it away.

[grahamontheice]

garrett was aware of owen's flirtatious personality, yet how straightforward he seemingly got? unprepared. perhaps he should've pulled away, find somewhere else to be or to do; then again, it wasn't that wrong, was it? he was just making his girlfriend happy, nothing more. cock growing hard inside that grip was nothing but a natural reaction. "i — i don't know, dude. . ." a nervous chuckle abandoned his mouth, only to look around while his shaft had already gained size. pointing forward, the third leg curved downward, too heavy due it's own size. yet, the foreskin revealed the glowy pink head, already leaking against the hand holding it.

[guiisnextdoor]

him growing hard under his touch was compelling enough for him to keep going, just some lazy strokes getting a feel of what his friend was stuffed with on the regular. "then 'cute' is all you're gonna get" owen peeked one last time, got a side grin as he scooped some of the precum coming off the peehole. he brought his wet thumb up and licked it right before his face. "you do taste good" he licked and sucked in both lips, perhaps the subject had come up in the past. "anything else? i'll text her, tell her you did well. you're a good one, gar."

[boysfromtheburbs]

Bryce snorted, half-lidded eyes flirting back in an eye roll. Married guys always were the ones to make such a stink of a protest at first. But, they were also the ones who gave it to him hardest when they realized what a gift an eager mouth actually was. “If you haven’t noticed, we’re kinda already at the place I make a quick buck.” Bryce drilled sarcastically, circling his finger in a circle at the harsh overhead lights. “I just do it for the love of the game.” He smiled with all the confidence of someone who knew what he was good at. Bryce extended his hand so that his fingers were just barely touching the dreaded ring, a calculated move. “But, no pressure or anything. If it’s not for you, then it’s not for you. Wouldn’t wanna keep your lady back home waiting, right?” Bryce asked, eyes flitted up, smirk tugging on his smile.

[guiisnextdoor]

"hm" a soft grunt released just as his breathing turned slightly heavier, it wasn't like him to cheat, not really a serial cheater but the opportunity had presented itself and he didn't turn away every single time. instead he turned his hand and held the clerk's even if for a little while, a nice contrast his being somewhat larger than the younger one. "i got a long drive ahead, five more minutes is just traffic." he added just as he'd made his mind. bill looked around, over the boy's head spotting cameras. not ideal but he could be that careless. then shifted back to him, a boy with a face like that could sweep the streets, he thought. "lead the way, then." his eyes were fixed on his frame, perhaps he could get something out of it.

[boysfromtheburbs]

open starter: bryce open to: m (tops, bottoms, verse) plot: bryce is kind of a loser and a burn-out. he's bored at his shift working the the cashier at the gas station and decides to hit on y/m connections: feel free to assume!

Bryce dutifully, albeit lazily, rung up each item the customer had dropped on the counter. Every day it was the same: beep beep beep, your total is such and such, here's your change. It was making Bryce wanna crawl out of his skin. Realizing, he could really do whatever the fuck he wanted, he eyed up the man on the other side. "You ever get your dick sucked behind the gas station?" He grinned, not caring how gross it sounded. "I'm bored. And you look like you've got a few minutes, right?" Bryce raised his brows in proposition.

[guiisnextdoor]

in a desperate need to get to his next stop and finally crash for the day, bill was just following the motions, even that exchange he went through it half asleep only brought back to his senses for the invite. he looked at him in the eye then brought his hand up and placed it over the counter, a ring on his finger. "is that your way of making a quick buck? i'm not one to pay for head" he looked over the ring itself then back to the clerk, who admittedly had some pleasant looking lips of his own.

[grahamontheice]

looks better in person? now that was new. Then again, it shouldn't have surprised him his girlfriend showed owen what their fun was like. they were best friends, after all. "hey, c'mon. is cute the only compliment a guy can get about his cock?" in all classical jock fashion, garrett sported a cocky grin on the face, before the hips were swayed side to side. thwap, thwap, thwap echoed around with the meat slapping each built thigh, for a moment forgetting about the whole tingly comment. pretty sure it didn't hurt anyone to show off what he was given, huh?

[guiisnextdoor]

"it should be. were you expecting more?" owen's jaw clenched a bit, it was getting tricky and he shouldnb't be about to fold. not now. he'd seen guys come and go, hot ones even but they were all no-nos in his book. he had to be at a low low point for the thought to even cross his head. only the sounds brought him to get another look. "what if-" owen stepped just a little bit closer, his hand dropping from under his arm just so he could reach and brush the jock's meat with his knuckles. "you got it hard for me? we'll see what i have to say about it then." after the initial shock passed, he came to be naughtier and more forward. perhaps he was indeed weak for a hot guy who had a lot to show for. "about your cute cock." his fingers snaked under, held it while his thumb caressed over the shaft. he'd absolutely gotten off to the sound of graham moaning in the past, but it was private, moments that belonged to him and his friend alone.

[grahamontheice]

open to: m, bottoms/verse

plot: [girlfriend] wants garrett to help out her gay best friend cheer up. she just suggests a peek at his third leg. shenanigans ensue.

"i, uhhh . . . she said you were pretty bummed out? and thought this may help a bit——" garrett looked over his shoulder just to make sure there was no one around. given the privacy they had, he simply pulled the waistband of his shorts down, revealing his shaft, still flaccid, to the other.

[guiisnextdoor]

"what is going on?" owen looked just as confused, if not more. rarely did he ever cross paths with graham alone, and he liked it that way. that guy, albeit a hot one, was just a guy his best friend was dating. what ensued short-circuited his brain. "huh." even with plenty of graham to look at, as a thick guy as he is, owen's eyes fixated on it. "cute. i guess it worked, i do feel less bummed now" he stopped his hand halfway from nudging it out of reflex. "looks better in person." a careless grin brushing over his mouth, owen brought his eyes back up and rolled them. "you knew we were close when you got with her, of course i've seen it before. now put it away before i misbehave, my hands are feeling tingly."

[davidkarofskyindie]

Clyde had to try so hard not to just look at the door with puppy dog eyes and beg the other man to join him, the few moments while he waited for Jonah felt like an eternity but when he heard the door and the sound of that voice, he immediately relaxed a little more and turned to look at his date “Maybe just a little peek… though honestly, this is me being pretty restrained” he teased, leaning back a little against the bar so he could just watch Jonah walking towards him. When he felt those arms around him, one of his large ones easily wrapped around Jonah just holding him close “Hmm… OK, maybe a taste before you have your own glass” he teased, just guessing where this was going.

His guess was spot on, he grinned as he felt the hands on his face and leaned in to meet Jonah’s kiss. He kept his hold on the man gentle enough that he could slip away, but still strong enough to keep him close. It was so perfect, those lips fit just right against his own and the longer it went on the more that Clyde just enjoyed every little motion of those lips against his own. He giggled a little feeling the little lick against his lip “Told ya… very strong brandy” he whispered, just watching in awe as the man down the rest of his drink and making it look like the sexiest thing ever. Just that calm confidence, the way they kept eye contact, all of it was just so truly perfect that he wanted to refill the glass and see it all again. The second the man said he’d step back, Clyde let go and stood there with his hand in his pocket just watching the man walk around.

His head tilted curiously at the line of questioning, “Gotta admit, no one’s ever asked if I’m potty trained before… well once but that guy did not appreciate when I told him I was” he joked, just moving about a little so he could keep his eye on the other man and try to appear as calm as he could “So you want me to give you my flaws? I mean, kinda touched you want to know me that intimately, it’s sweet” he chuckled a little, biting his lip as he tried to think “Hmm, well I have this weird mole on my butt, my big toe is a little thicker than it should be, I think I’m startin g to go bald in the back so a lot of this-” he said, gesturing to his hair “-is me styling it meticulously to cover a spot that I can barely even see… really hard to try and list things that might be a fault”

He let out a tiny little sigh, knowing one thing he could offer that was probably more vulnerable than he intended but he liked Jonah and wanted to try and connect with him somehow “OK I got one but, not sure you’ll see it as a flaw but… this might be the longest I’ve worn clothing in months. I’ve been a nudist pretty much my whole life, I swear I get hives when I have to actually wear clothes for too long and it makes it really weird to go outside because I’m always kind of skittish that I’m gonna lose it being trapped in this prison” he said, awkwardly adjusting the shirt around him “...I know it’s not exactly as intense as an axe murder but still, a thing you might have to deal with if you stay much more… you OK with that?”

[guiisnextdoor]

jonah came to appreciate the ease in which those words came out of his date's mouth, it all felt sincere and he truly liked that. still, he tried to hold back a smile, a laugh, not an easy task given he'd spent the entire night laughing with him. "oh, no. a big toe might just be my one turn off." he tilted his head, doing a poor job at looking deceived. now he was kind of curious about all of it, yet he'd get there in due time. "i agree. i just think it might be easier to bring you down to my league than climb up to yours." and he meant some of it, getting some form of imposter syndrome when he got to meet a person that could make him feel as good as clyde did so effortlessly.

"yeah, you mentioned something about being a nudist." he leaned down, resting his weight on the sofa's backrest. jonah kept his eyes on him, even when on any other circumstance he'd be avoiding eye contact. it came with no pressure at all to do so with him. "well, uh- " he laughed, nervously. "i'm not not okay with it, i mean, if anything i feel kind of ignorant on the whole thing. the way i was raised, nudity was always a taboo thing. sex? i'll figure it out when i do. and i came out in my teens so my bedroom door was always open even if i just had a friend over. but i guess that being what i was taught shouldn't stick around unless i let it."

jonah moved around the sofa and sat on it, a very comfy pose with his legs spread a bit. "i wanna say, go ahead? trust me i want you to be as comfortable as you've made me feel all night. thing is, if i'm being honest… i don't think i could stop myself from thinking of… well, you know, sex if you were naked. i'd- i'd one hundred percent peek, like now, you have your chest out and i'm struggling too look at you in the eye. just your eyes. i'm… i'm… i like you a lot, that's all."

[davidkarofskyindie]

Virgil happily loaded his clothing into the drier, ready to just relax around in the towel until they were done. He would stick to areas that would be easy to clean without getting them in trouble with the cleaner when the young stud asked for his towel. It seemed reasonable enough, and it wasn’t like he had a problem showing off so with his back to Frank he took the towel off and threw it in, one hand cupping his junk to keep it hidden. He was ready to just hang around in the laundry if needed, for a moment just guessing Frank was trying to be very thorough with keeping things clean… but then it hit him what the man actually wanted.

He turned around, still cupping himself watching Frank at the door and looking effortlessly hot while he did so. Hearing the pointed request and seeing that wink, Virgil felt himself almost instantly hardening against his hand as the man slipped away. “Fuck… I drowned. I drowned and went to heaven” he mused to himself as he stepped to the door, just thinking for a moment before figuring that an offer like this wasn’t something that happened every day, a beautiful young muscle hunk wanted to fuck and he was not about to turn it down.

He walked through the house, slowly just strolling about like he owned the place and saw the open bedroom door. Smirking, he slipped over and reached over to lean against the doorframe, looking to the bed just seeing Frank laying there looking like an angel. Virgil, on the other hand, stood at the door with his footlong cock just sticking straight out with his hair frazzled, his thick chest muscles heaving with every slow deep breath “...there was nothing in the kitchen I wanted, so thought I’d take you up on that other offer” his voice was as low and lustful as could be, just taking in the sight before him for another second before walking over and climbing on the bed. He moved a little quicker, laying atop Frank and pressing his large body against the younger man, leaning in close as he could “You got until that timer goes off… then you’ll have to convince me to stay” he teased, capturing the young man’s lips in a firm wicked kiss while he started slowly grinding their bodies together, pressing his large cock between those cheeks and rocking back and forth, feeling the muscular mounds pressing around him as he made out with the young man.

[guiisnextdoor]

with the handyman taking longer than he hoped so, he sighed and answered the call instead. his father about to leave the office, making sure he was home. franky didn't have it in him to deal with more of his dad's nonesense so he was quick tu shut him down. he rolled on his stomach, going back to the camera. looking at himself on the screen, just being cute could make wonders to his mood. only improved by the hunk he spotted by the door. franky grinned with the thought of turning back yet that body, very nude body, kept him pinned against the bed. "you thought of going straight for dessert. lucky me." even when kissing the man back, franky grew a liking for the taste of his breath as his tongue slid inside much as possible with not the best pose for making out.

"do i? what a shame, today's workers… can't do overtime" franky pushed back, what a joy to frot his clothed ass against that throbbing cock. it was getting him real heated. his mouth went back to the man's lips, all he could think of was making the most with what little time they had to themselves.

he led his hand back, got a feel of the other's thigh and asscheek he held and sank his fingers in to pull him further against himself. but he had more in him, a growing hunger, a need to misbehave with someone he shouldn't. that feeling drove him to pull his joggers down, now bare ass, following the same tan as the rest of his body for both globes now crushed by virgil's weight. "we might have even less time than the drier, my dad just called, and he's headed home." his blue eyes stared at the other's lips then back into his eyes. "are you up for it?"

[davidkarofskyindie]

guiisnextdoor (Franky/Virgil)

@guiisnextdoor continued from (x)

still paying for totalling his dad’s car last month, franky was in what felt like house arrest imposed by his old man. he could totally go outside and live his life, just without his credit card. or car. plus turning himself into a yes man for the man of the family. so house arrest. with help coming that day, he even had to cancel his plans with friends. and franky was nice, he could play nice with people that had nothing to do with his frustrations. his death stare was reserved for his father alone. so when spotting the plumber looking more as if he’d come out straight out of baywatch, he had to stop and take a better look. specially how his wet clothes truly showed off what a dry shirt kept selfishly hidden. “i can see that.” and franky truly meant it, even tilting his head to better check him out. arms crossed, he was lost in thought for a second. “take one step forward and odessa, our cleaning lady is gonna follow you with a broom when she gets back.” and he wasn’t joking. “first let’s get you dry, there might be something else for you to do but you’d need to step inside for that.” he took a quick trip for the laundry room to get the man a towel, freshly off the drier. once back he handed it to him, a shame, he could really rock a wet shirt contest. and he’d seen some in his time. “want some privacy?” playfully he took a hand to cover his own eyes, truly unable to hide his grin.

“Last thing I want is for Odessa to follow me” Virgil joked, his teeth chattering together a little as he spoke. The water from the pool wasn’t even heated when he fell in, fresh and ice cold which was a great sign for his job being done well but bad for his chance of hypothermia. When the young man returned with the towel he took it, stepping back just a little from the large door. He did giggle seeing the hand covering his eyes “That’s just enough privacy for me… at this point, not like anything’s really hidden anyway”

Turning a little away so he wasn’t looking directly at the young man inside, Virgil pulled the soaking wet shirt off his body and let it drop onto the deck. His pants soon followed, his keys and now-dead phone pulled from the pockets and placed on a nearby table, before he dried up as best he could. Of course, he didn’t really realise that his bulge was just sticking out as large and obvious as could be, it bounced a little when stood back up after bending to dry his legs off. He dried his hair, stretching and showing off every one of his considerably powerful muscles and at one point was just shaking his thick ass right towards the young man that’d given him the towel while he dried it up. 

With his body about as dry as he could, he wrapped the towel tight around his waist and slipped out of his underwear, the soaking pile of clothing wrung out of as much excess water as he could get before carrying it towards the door “There, all ready for the drier… I promise the second they’re done I’ll get out of your hair” he said, an awkward smile on his face as he stood there with nothing but a towel for modesty… modesty he wasn’t getting thanks to a very obvious imprint where his cock pressed against the fluffy towel.

[guiisnextdoor]

"ow, i hope you're one to break promises then." with that nothing short of a strip tease he got there, franky's curiosity was picked and he had to get it off his system. "come inside now, don't want you catching a cold." he pulled the man with the added excuse of holding his thick arms not so shameful for feeling them a bit even. he shut the door close, gave a quick look to the soaked phone outside. "i'll talk to my father about your phone, i'm sure he won't mind. now follow me" the young man led the way towards the laundry room, much like the rest of the house, spacious, tidy and well equipped.

in any other situation he couldn't be compelled to take care of his own laundry, but with a view like the one, he had to be there front seat. "you can put 'em here." but looking back at him, it came to him as so easy to lose his train of thought. how could he possibly hide all of that under his clothes. but it wasn't just his thick body that caught his eye, he'd seen that plenty in his social circle. but the man not being acquainted with his life made it a fun detour. "towel too, it's soaked with pool water and sweat. trust me, i'm just looking out for you. house has to be spotless or else." he walked around, stopping right behind virgil. every corner in him, from every angle, made him appreciate his own confinement or else he'd be missing out. once he hit the timer and got it started, all they could do was wait.

"staring at it won't make it go faster. but you're free to do so" frank patted the plumber on the shoulder when stepping out of the room. "help yourself to anything in the kitchen," he stopped by the door frame looking back. "i'll be in my room if you wanna come fuck me." franky winked at him and did as he said he would. in no rush but feeling his blood rushing between his legs. he crashed on his bed phone in hand looking cute for a couple selfies for later.

[davidkarofskyindie]

guiisnextdoor (Jonah/Clyde)

@guiisnextdoor continued from (x)

it happened to be one of those nights where his expectations were undergound before he got picked right up to set a new standard for what he should accept in a date. clyde was dreamy, a hunk with a personality who also happened to like him? jonah was scared of thinking this could be one elaborate prank by his friends hiring someone that was simply too good a match for him. but unwilling and actively fighting against his insecurities, he took a breath in and let the evening happened. and it did, it so did. yet as he joined the man walking him to his apartment building, he wondered of ways to stretch the date just a little bit more. even walking slower counted. they had to eventually stop, however. “funny enough, i was about to say the same thing.” he sighed smiling, boy how ridiculous he felt being so smitten with him. one look into his eyes, no other words between them. letting a comfortable silence take shape between them was rewarding. he placed a hand, gently, over clyde’s cheek when kissing him back. the gesture alone sent a jolt down his spine, but he was so damn grateful he’d taken that step instead. jonah could still taste a hint of the wine shared earlier, somehow tasting even better coming from his breath. “oh,” he froze, his mouth running dry fast. why was his mind playing games on him at that point. “you’re trouble” he looked down and chuckled, when in fact he was buying some time to make his mind. “i wanna go inside” his hand had now slid down to the man’s chest, a finger sneaked past the opening at the middle to get a feel of his skin. “but i also want a second date” jonah bit his lip and gathered some strength to speak his mind first. “i don’t know about you but i liked you, you’re more than a funny and charming man. and you are plenty of that.” he laughed, licked his bottom lip to wet it a little. “if i’m being honest, and i do want to be honest with you even if it scares you away. i… would love having more of this” he reached up and placed a finger over clyde’s lips. his eyes fixated there for over a couple seconds. “but i’m worried doing more would sell you against the idea of more nights like tonight”

Clyde chuckled a little at being called trouble, that was easily the nickname he was most used to and was more than happy to live up to that title. He worried for a second that maybe he’d been too forward, to wicked but as the seconds ticked by he felt that worry just slowly going away while he listened to the other man. He gentlt sighed feeling the finger on his chest, the touch like a jolt that went through his entire body, then to his lips where he had to really resist the urge to suck on it. Slowly his hands just moved over to rest on Jonah’s hips “Jonah… I  don’t think there’s a way you could deter me from having more nights like this. I’m trying to think of something you could do, I really am but unless you’re not potty trained or are some secret axe murderer, I think you’ve pretty much guaranteed a second date” he joked, chuckling a little as he leaned in close to nuzzle against the other man “Saturday… dinner, 7pm, I’ll make us something nice so you officially have a second dinner already lined up”.

Thinking for a minute, he gently patted the man’s hip “But I don’t wanna pressure you, I really don’t cos I like you a lot Jonah so… how about this” he stepped back a little and reached behind him, opening the door of his apartment and putting the door stopper on to hold it in place “I’m gonna go in and make myself a drink like I normally would, I’ll put a second glass out right beside it for you… if you want to join me, you come on in and take your drink. If you don’t, you can close the door and I’ll see you on Saturday for our second date” he was smiling as sweetly as he could, just looking into those eyes “If it’s any incentive, it’s a really good brandy” he teased before he went in exactly as he normally would… which meant he ever so casually undid his shirt, letting it hang open as he walked over to his little bar that was almost perfectly opposite the front door. He laid out the pair of glasses, prepared his own drink while leaving the bottle out so he could get another if needed and just leaned against it, his shirt hanging open showing off his chest as he took a sip from the drink, trying not to obviously stare at Jonah even though he really wanted to.

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left hanging outside, jonah had to rub the back of his neck squeezing some sense into him. how could he let go of him so quickly? he had to be a mad man to not step in just for moment. that he could do. if he'd run into something good with clyde, then why wouldn't he want more? since he was doing a very poor job at hiding his stare, the teases of skin from that shirt hanging open. he wasn't a fool, or maybe he was, going against what would be his goal for the night. still, as he stepped inside he realized the regret of not going inside far outweighed the so-called manual he thought he'd have to adhere to in order to find something real. clyde was there, right there, and had felt the most real he'd gotten in a very long time.

once he pushed the door behind him and locked it, he'd made up his mind and grinned back at him. "so this is me getting a peek at what you'd get up to if we'd called it a night? nice, i can do that" jonah breathed in, took the cue from him to get himself a little bit comfier, sleeves rolled up and a button coming undone on his shirt. he looked around on the way back to his date, were they actually still on a date even? as he got to him, his hands went to clyde's waist, under his shirt of course, gently brushed his thumbs on his skin back and forth. "let me have a taste of that brandy" yet he wasn't looking anywhere else than his lips.

he took his hands up, slowly, meticulous when his finger tips ran all the way up his sides till he came back cupping that handsome face. and he went for it. head tilted and he got a taste of brandy straight from his lips, even if that meant pressing himself a bit against clyde's chest as he went for a less chaste kiss to slowly start making out with him. and he got what he was looking for, in a way, got a hint of sweetness coming from the man's breath. figured it tasted better than the source. his tongue darted out, the tip at least, as a tease when lapping against clyde's upper lip. "you were right, its's really good brandy" he muttered, looked to the side and reached for the glass on clyde's hand, whatever was left he brought it up to his face and had a sip while not breaking eye contact with him. the way clyde looked back at him effortlessly, excitingly brought a smile to his face. "i'm gonna step back now." he gulped. it was hitting him right then how weak it had him seeing the man with an open shirt. and he'd gotten comfortable fast with having some part of him touching some part of his. so he walked around without leaving the room, glass in hand.

"are you potty trained?" seemingly out of nowhere, he spat out. "'cause i think i could look over the axe murderer thing, that could make you hotter." he took another shot at his drink, he'd work best with his mouth busy. "maybe not, if you get any hotter, if you make me like you more… i feel like i could burst into flames right on your carpet, like a vampire under the sun. so please, for my own sanity tell me… i need to know you're a flawed man too."

[joshuaballsett]