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“Yeah, it does suck.” Kyle said with a pout. He watched him leave the room again and waited for Emery to return with the water. He smiled and took the glass, taking a sip from it. He watched him crawl in bed with him and put the glass down on to the bedside table. He laid down and wrapped his arm around him. He lifted his head to kiss his forehead. He raised an eyebrow at him. “Honey, i’m freezing, even though i’m sweating like sinner in church.” Kyle chuckled and rolled on his side, wrapping both arms around Emery. “This is better..” He hummed smiling, closing his eyes.

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“Aww.. My poor little Kyle.” Emery frowned slightly, voice betraying his amusement within it, as he reached over to playfully pinch the other’s cheek. As he made himself comfortable he didn’t pay too much attention to being watched. It wasn’t really a rare sight for him to be doing this considering he was a weak man in the face of cuddling. The blond smiled upon feeling the press of a kiss to his forehead from Kyle. “That’s good.” He murmured before quickly adding “-I mean, not the sweating part.” as the brunet shifted on the bed. He could only sigh at himself really. Emery looked up to his lover in their new position, his own arms moving to return the embrace as his head tilted up just enough to press a kiss to Kyle’s lips. If he got sick then so be it. “It definietly is.” He replied as his own blue eyes fell shut.

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“You think so?” He asked and pouted a bit. He chuckled and propped himself up a bit to lean against the head of the bed. “Thanks, hun.” He smiled. Kyle watched him walk over to the door and raised his eyebrow. “Of course i’d do the same for you. You know that.” He smiled and winked at him. While Emery was getting the things, Kyle dozed off again, but was woken up, when he returned. He took the painkillers with the water. “I could most likely keep it down, but i’m not very hungry, if i’m honest.” He said. “I’d want some cuddles, but i don’t want you to catch this too.” He said, with a little pout. 

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“Mhm.” Emery nodded in reply, an amused expression appearing across his features at the other’s pout. Sometimes Kyle was cute; but the real trick was the blond admitting it. “Do I really though?” He teased, blowing an innocent kiss to his lover in reponse to the wink before leaving. Emery took back the glass once it was empty and gave a short nod in understanding as the offer of food was declined. It really only made his life easier so he wasn’t upset about it. That was until at some point if Kyle was still refusing after a while. “That must suck, huh babe?” He shrugged while acting aloof with the indirect request and stood up once more to leave the room. However, he didn’t take long in returning to the room with the glass refilled to set on the bedside table on the other male’s side of the bed. The blond raised a brow at the other as if trying to decide on something before a smile graced his lips and he moved to climb onto the bed as well, ever careful of shifting it around too much and worsening any pain or ‘accidentally’ pressing down on Kyle beneath the cover. Eventually he found his place, comfortably pressed against Kyle’s side with his arm across the man’s torso as his chin rested on his chest, looking up to the man he happily cuddled up to. “Are you sure you’re not too hot to be cuddling? With your fever and all..”

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Riley had every intention of leaving, letting himself eventually forget the guy… after a beer crate or two, but as the hand takes his arm he stops in his tracks and looks around, frown only deepening at what he’s hearing. “Well it looks pretty real to me!” He answers back in angered astonishment, what kind of excuse was that? “What, it’s not real ‘cus you like guys? Does she know that?” He waves his hand at the directions she had left, unable to stop himself for feeling sorry at the real victim in this, maybe she had no idea and thought their relationship was the real thing… seems Elliot could have that effect. 

Groaning he runs a hand up into his hair, gripping his long bangs in frustration. Why did the one guy that he’d found he could actually talk to, and connect with, in more ways then just the physical, have to be some scoundrel like this? Or was he some victim of circumstance? Maybe he was stuck in something, or maybe Riley was being too hopeful again. “Fine-” he snaps as he lowers his hand, though he’s finding it hard to look at him as he glances away, giving in as he grumbles. “I’ll come round t’unight, so you can explain-” he makes sure to leave the reason for his visit very clear, and it wasn’t to fall into bed with him again. 

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His hand slipped away as Riley turned back to snap at him. Well.. At least he was staying around for a little longer. “No one knows that!” Elliot hissed in a hurry to make the blond drop that subject as his alarmed gaze flickered around in a finicky manner -completely unlike him- just in case anyone that may recognize him happened to be passing in earshot. “That’s a whole other story in its own, alright..?” He added as his distress clouded eyes looked back to Riley.

Elliot fell silent, his hopes dwindling by the second with the roar of the carnival around them seeming to raise in volume to his ears. He let a heavy sigh push past his lips and he looked away from the other male. This was just his luck. It seemed like he had lost every chance. Every hope of something he had never felt before. Every hope of something good.. Elliot raised his head as Riley snapped at him suddenly. Yes! “Thank you, Riley! I’ll explain everything -I promise. I’ll see you tonight.” The brunet grinned, clearly pleased with the small change of fate. It wasn’t important for him to have the other in his bed and would be good during their meet later in hopes of having him simply in his life. His hand raised in a wave goodbye even if Riley refused to look at it as he took a few steps back to walk off and meet back up with the woman that had hung on his arm just earlier.

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open to: m/f connection: boyfriend, lover, fiance, husband, friend, fwb, roommate

Kyle was dozing off on the bed, tossing and turning in high fever. When he felt a cold towel put on his forehead, he flinched, looking up at the other. “Hey..” He mumbled, a little groggy. “What time is it..?” He asked, looking around a bit. 

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Emery had woken up earlier and just by laying beside the other he could feel the burning fever that his boyfriend had seemingly gained overnight. It meant nothing good of course. The male had been careful while slipping out of bed so as to not wake Kyle up until he could move out of the bedroom and into the bathroom where he would wet a cloth in cold water. The blond murmured a ‘sorry’ upon waking him up once he had returned to the other’s bedside, keeping his hand on the cloth in reassurance Kyle wouldn’t remove it or try to get up just yet. “It’s a little before noon, I think.. But you shouldn’t be worrying about that, mister, I’m keeping you on house arrest until you get better.” Emery replied, using a voice that, despite being playful, refused any rebuttal.

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Kyle sighed and nodded, closing his eyes. “Fever, huh? No wonder i was cold all day yesterday..” He mumbled, bringing his hand up to hold his. “Thank god i don’t have to go to work in a while..” He chuckled lightly. He looked up at Emery and smiled tiredly. “Thanks for taking care of me, hun.” He said. “Can i get some water and a painkiller? It would help bring down the fever..”

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“Feels like you’ve caught a bad one too.” Emery hummed as a faint smile painted his lips upon the other moving to hold his hand. “I’d call you off myself if you did! You can’t go out like this.” The male claimed but gently chuckled along for a few seconds. Kyle just had the kind of laughter that was contagious to him.. But he could do without catching whatever it was that he had. Emery nodded his head a bit to the request, moving his hand off of the cloth to rest it on Kyle’s cheek where his thumb gently ran across his cheek bone a few strokes. “Coming right up, love. Anything you want." He replied before leaning down to place a kiss on the brunet’s other cheek and standing up to leave for the kitchen. “You know, you don’t have to thank me, I know you’d do the same for me.. -Probably.” The blond paused in the doorway to say, looking back with a grin and softly laughing out before continuing on to collect the requested items. After a few minutes he walked back into the room and sat beside Kyle on the bed so he could hand over the glass of chiled water and the couple of painkillers resting on his empty palm. “Do you want anything else? I can try cooking you up something if you can keep down.”

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I should stop looking at starters and finish posting characters.. But am I actually going to?

Fuck no baby

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Kyle was dozing off on the bed, tossing and turning in high fever. When he felt a cold towel put on his forehead, he flinched, looking up at the other. “Hey..” He mumbled, a little groggy. “What time is it..?” He asked, looking around a bit. 

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Emery had woken up earlier and just by laying beside the other he could feel the burning fever that his boyfriend had seemingly gained overnight. It meant nothing good of course. The male had been careful while slipping out of bed so as to not wake Kyle up until he could move out of the bedroom and into the bathroom where he would wet a cloth in cold water. The blond murmured a ‘sorry’ upon waking him up once he had returned to the other’s bedside, keeping his hand on the cloth in reassurance Kyle wouldn’t remove it or try to get up just yet. “It’s a little before noon, I think.. But you shouldn't be worrying about that, mister, I’m keeping you on house arrest until you get better.” Emery replied, using a voice that, despite being playful, refused any rebuttal.

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Emery Jacks

Name // Emery Marie Jacks

N.Names // Emmie, Marie

Age // Twenty-nine

D.O.B // February 14th

Nationality // Canadian

Personality Basics

Observant

Sarcastic

Stubborn

Cheeky

Affectionate

Likes

Winter/Snow

Coffee

Writing

Meeting New People

Caramel

Sour Candy

Dislikes

Elevators

Hot Weather

Arguing

Messing Up A Jump While Skating

Boats (Gets Seasick)

Appearance

5′8

Pale Blond Hair

Blue Eyes

Has a scar on his right side from a stab wound

Intimacy

Turn Ons

Phone Sex

Stripping

Teasing/Playful Denial

Aftercare

Hair Pulling

Position

Bottom/Submissive

Extra Notes

A professional figure skater; has won many competitions and plans to continue to.

Also a well-known author just as a side hobby.

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For a moment Riley’s hazel eyes dart from one to the other, unable to believe that he’s being caught up in this farce, but, as good-hearted as he is, he can’t bring himself to out the guy, so he offers the woman a polite smile and nods. “A pleasure, miss-” he greets her with a small bob of his head and a flop of blonde bangs, Irish accent thick on his tongue, before she’s off, evidently not suspecting a thing. 

Arching a brow, his eyes drift back to Elliot, before down at the rifle in his hand and he scoffs softly. “Tempting-” he jokes weakly, before letting his head slowly shake. Typical. Finds a guy he clicks with and might actually like… ugh what an idiot he must be! He couldn’t have just mentioned it, could he. Couldn’t have just given him a heads up, then at least he’d be prepared! Sucking in air through his teeth, Riley turns away, keen to trudge back to his life and forget this mess ever happened. City boys, never trust them.

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Elliot was silent, gently biting his bottom lip as he steadied the growing guilt trying to eat through him. The other’s shake of his head didn’t help his case. But, watching Riley move off and away from him, he felt a pull. A pull at everything within him to follow after and not lose this blond. So the male took a step forward, reaching out to slip his hand around Riley’s bicep in an effort to stop him if he were to be allowed. “It’s not a real relationship-” The brunet blurted to try and explain himself. He needed to at least keep a chance of finding a place in this carnival boy’s life. “It’s a long story but I want you to know I wouldn’t have taken you home if we were serious -Hell I wouldn’t have even gone out!” Elliot sheepishly admitted as his amber glinted gaze met with the other’s gorgeous hazel own. “Can I have your number? Or I’ll give you mine. You can show up back in my place for all I care but I just want to be able to explain myself and maybe we can keep talking like we were last night?” The man added in a hopeful offer with a small tilt of his head. He could do nothing now but hope for the best with the question set out on a plate for Riley. Last night, to him he had felt what he knew he would never have another chance at even glimpsing, and Elliot could feel a terror eating away at his insides of letting it all slip from between his fingers as easy as sand. 

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open to: men - top/vers muse: riley ♡  plot: having settled in the city with his travelling community, carny boy Riley was quick to find a guy he liked, really liked. worried it could be more he’d snuck out before morning, but to his luck now sees him wondering the fair so plans to set his irish charm in motion. only problem is his possible dream man has a girlfriend… 

Absentminded and bored, Riley swings his feet as he sits on the gaudy platform of the shooting range, pellet gun resting in his thighs, ready to call in the next loved up idiot eager to win a toy for his girl. That’s when he sees him. A pair of broad shoulders that only a night ago he’d scratched his nails across, a defined draw that had dipped into his neck and hands that had tied him in knots so easily. “Hey-!” He shouts without thinking, rifle still clutched in his hand as he jumps up, tatty trainers with undone laces skipping by his feet as he darts through the crowd towards him, as a handsome face turns to set him in his sights. 

A little breathless Riley smiles, what lucky fate! “Hey I… sorry for leaving last night I-” he trails off, as a hand slips around the guys arm, and a pretty women slots into his side, possessively with sweet smiles. “Oh..” he blanches, eyes widening. “oh..”

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Elliot hadn’t been the one to suggest a visit to the carnival. If he had had it his own way he would be at home -likely thinking of the cute blond he had encountered just last night. Maybe even be getting dressed up to comb the town for him. But then his phone started ringing with one call after another and in an effort to end the growingly more annoying ring tone the brunet put his search on hold to walk around the carnival that had recently stopped in the city.

The male looked over at the shout in curiousity, pausing midstep in what looked to be an expression of disbelief as his attention settled on the other rushing towards him through the wave of visitors. A smile painted his lips in reply to the one the blond wore as he became clearly interested in the explaination of waking up alone. A wonderful occurance -but at the worst of times. Elliot’s gaze shifted for a second as he felt the presence of the woman into his side, though his amber eyes settled back to the other male’s face with a pleading glint within them. It was clear the points had connected for him. “This is my old friend Riley, we were catching up a little last night before he had to run off. Right?” The brunet quickly lied in effort to smooth the situation over for the moment for them both. With an stress on his last word in asking for the other to play along. Hell, practically begging on the inside! If only she knew he remembered his name because of every moan out of it not even 24 hours before. Angelina simply looked Riley over with a smile that contasted her lack of interest before speaking up to excuse herself and moved off towards the restroom. Elliot watched her leave for a few seconds to assure she wouldn’t turn back so soon before looking back to Riley with a hand running through his slight mess of locks and a heavy sigh. “Please shoot me with that..” The male groaned out with a small gesture to the pellet rifle the blond held.

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Elliot King

Name // Elliot Dove King

N.Names // Ellie

Age // Twenty-six

D.O.B // October 12th

Ethnicity // English

Personality Basics

Attentive

Affectionate

Occasionally Blunt

Confident

Avoids Serious Subjects

Silver-tongued

Likes

Cats

Nicknames

Fall/Winter

Pies

Sweets

Bunnies

Dislikes

Being Yelled At

Seafood

Waking Up Early

Stuck Up People

Mint

Appearance

5′11

Brown Hair

Amber Eyes

Easily Tanned Skin

Has a tattoo of the outline of a rose placed on the side of his left-hand ring finger.

Intimacy

Turn Ons

Makeout Sessions

Biting/Marking

Being Bitten/Marked

Hair Pulling

Trying New Positions/Kinks

‘Surprise’ Sex (eg. While cooking, Just getting home, etc.)

Public Teasing

Position

Versatile/Switch

Extra Notes

N/A

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Arlotto Valentino

Name // Arlotto Venice Valentino

N.Names // Arlo

Age // Twenty-nine

D.O.B // November 1st

Ethnicity // Italian

Personality Basics

Extremely Protective

Calm + Collected

Easily Focused

Paranoid

Snappish

Serious

Likes

Coffee

Quiet/Relaxing

Working out

Sleeping in

Being Home

Late Nights

Dislikes

Corrupt Officials

Paperwork

Sudden, Loud Sounds

Fireworks

Attitude

Appearance

6′1

Black Hair

Blue-Green Eyes

Naturally Tanned Skin

Faint sun freckles across his shoulders

Beauty mark under his right eye with others scattered across his chest and back.

Intimacy

Turn Ons

Being in control

Biting/Marking

Private Places

Vocal Partners

Teasing

Position

Top/Dominate

Extra Notes

Has an older twin named Noè

Born in New York City

Arlotto left to train for and eventually join the military right after high school. 

Has an amputation of his left leg cut from just below mid-thigh along with many scars.

Has a service dog that helps with PTSD and his paranoia; she’s a rescued black and white pit bull named Queenie.