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“i mean, if that’s going to make you happy then you should definitely do it! just be safe. being a stripper isn’t exactly the safest profession.”
“thanks man, i appreciate of the support. i’m always safe, if anyone tried to hurt me i’ll kick their ass, maybe i’ll start carrying a taser.”
“yeah, but it still isn’t enough. when you consider the physical strain of the job, not to mention the high chance of excessive emotional stress, on top of the shit hours? pass. besides, i’m not sure who would pay to see you. a boring office job would suit better.”
“a boring office job? yeah right, you just want me to get a bad case of carpal tunnel. i don’t know, i don’t think i’d mind the life of a stripper, and i really don’t think my life decisions are any of your concern.”
“do it. notch.”
“what the fuck’s a notch?”
“they have one around here? i’d only seen a female one, but damn. monaco is a wild city. i’m sure they would appreciate your body up on their .. stage?”
“there’s always a male strip club, you just gotta look hard enough for it. i found it on yelp. thanks man, i appreciate the support.”
he is lust. he is sex in the back seat of a car. he is hickies on the beach. he is groping in a movie theater. he is ass grabbing in an empty aisle. he is dirty whispers on the phone. he is pressed thighs and lip biting. he is moaned names. he is trembling and goosebumps. he is breathlessness after a touch. he is frustration and dark eyes. he is insanity and clawing nails. he is the pleas of more. he is the begs of not stopping. he is the fantasies that have your hand between your thighs, wishing it was his mouth instead. he is sex. he is lust. he is a drug. one you’ll take with a scream of pleasure and a whimper for another.
the dangers of dating a boy who knows exactly what he’s doing. (via tonkinwrites)
‘ i guess they do make good money. but like… can you even dance? or swing from a pole? or whatever it is they do? ‘
“i mean, it’s really all in the hips, and i’d like to think i’m a pretty good dancer. have a little faith.”
“so i went to a male strip club today, and i’m thinking about becoming a male stripper. i mean, they make good pay here, i think i should do it.”
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dominic: my dad called to inform me hes coming to monaco again and guess what
dominic: im gonna be a big brother again
dominic: im happy
jaxon: wait what
jaxon: oh dude congrats!
jaxon: but why does he need to come again?
“i think i might throw a party for the ten year anniversary. but, that’s two years away, so i have time to decide. who is kevin? i only know of nick, frankie, and the one who can’t spell dance.”
“is a party really necessary? i’d just lie in bed and have a jonas brothers marathon. listen, i’m glad joe’s finally not flopping. cake by the ocean is a fucking bop.”
“ava? she’s the one you hooked up with way back when, right?” tristan asked, raising an eyebrow. he hadn’t particularly seen much of her considering she’d arrived so late, and wondered why it was bothering jaxon of all people. “is something going on?”
“yeah, she hates me because i took her virginity and didn’t call her the next day.” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “it’s nothing i just, everytime i try to talk to her there’s always this attitude and she ends up slut shaming me, and i get frustrated and annoyed. i’m just sick of it. i’ve apologized, she needs to let it go.”
“there’s gotta’ be something that gets you all flustered. you may be a pretty shameless but you’re not completely,” tristan spoke, his fingers tapping on the headboard behind them. “you’re welcome to stay, i just didn’t wanna’ keep you from doing your thing. don’t have anyone else to visit?”
“okay buddy whatever you say, let me know when you find out what it is.” he laughed, patting the boy on his shoulder. “i could always go visit ava,” he shrugged. “but she hates me so that’s probably not the best idea.”
“how did you even get in bed with them without understanding what they were saying?”
“hell if i know, i barely remember anything from last night.”
CHARACTER AESTHETIC: the lothario
“he smelled like C I G A R E T T E S and ( EVERYTHING ) i’ve ever wanted.”
