❛ So you're kinda wild...

[kindawild]

If you want, later we can go to OLIVE GARDEN... Or wherever straight people go. mutually exclusive and selective 21+

[kindamoved]

and now that I have FINISHED the series....

I think managing kip would be easier on a solo blog. SO....

tba

[kindamoved]

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[thetenthman]

[text: fruit cup] those are not my clothes kipper

[kindamoved]

[ txt : fruit name tba ] what time should I bolt? [ txt : fruit name tba ] I can walk out now??

[thetenthman]

[text: fruit cup] you’re the absolute worst you know that right.

[text: fruit cup]

[kindamoved]

[ txt : fruit name tba ] wowwww you're leaving on my birthday too??

[kindamoved]

[ txt : @thetenthman ] oh [ txt : @thetenthman ] yeah the smoothie was good. [ txt : @thetenthman ] thank you it was nice waking up to that

[kindamoved]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIP

[kindamoved]

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[someonecomegettheirchild]

Dick game so bomb it revolutionised professional hockey 🙂‍↕️

[thetenthman]

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[flow3rbound]

@kindawild gets a starter

Milo squinted at Kip as he watched the other beating him again —both skeptical and curious, though not without a hint of amusement. Maybe that was the alcohol’s fault, but still. “How are you winning when you barely learned the rules?”

[kindamoved]

No, truthfully, his drinks had hit him harder than he intended them to be when he ordered them. They sounded sweet and utterly delicious but the booze had been disguised so well they proved to be dangerous. So no, he didn't know about the rules or whatever the outline is. He figured if he didn't know where he was going wrong, he could plea ignorance. Or, Milo could just...look the other way.

"I thought it was pretty self explanatory," he chimes. "You just... click the buttons and shoot, right? That's it. Maybe your aim just sucks."

[kindamoved]

"On a scale of one to ten it's probably a two." He answers, beginning to mix ingredients as Kyle had instructed him. Luckily, this is only one of three recipes he knows how to make right then, so finding such ingredients isn't much of a chore.

Sangria, lime juice, mint, so forth until he gets to the rum and starts to poor it to recipe code. But it just doesn't seem like enough. And thus where Kip goes wrong. He pours liberally, then caps the rum. By then, he's checked out, working and mixing on muscle memory that he doesn't have.

"Whipped cream makes you think of my dick... Okay, Scott." It's muttered, rather sarcastically as he's deeply in focus and cares not to dwell on such a remark. Though, the flattery doesn't go unshown. He's grinning to himself, even glancing towards Scott and his shoulders give small shimmy, satisfied with that compliment. "Mhm, I'd Love to hear your options, please do share."

[thetenthman]

Scott doesn't know that he's felt like this ever. The closest he can think of has to do with being in the locker room with his team, but even with the guys that he's known forever there's always that extra layer of concern, that wince when they say something you don't want to hear, when they say something that reminded Scott all too quickly about how they'd feel if they found out he liked dick.

It's happy. It's banter. It's safe. Scott's thumb taps against the recipe book, before he sighs heavily. The sound is world-weary, but in a way that also says Scott has finally found a balance for it.

The balance that he goes and wraps his arm's around, cheek pressed against Kip's hair. "Have we ever tried whipped cream?" He asks, fingers sliding under Kip's shirt, palms moving to lay flat against his stomach. He wasn't looking for more, wasn't seeking sex, just skin-to-skin contact, just connection. "I bet it would be fun." He scunches up his face as he places a kiss at Kip's temple. "Sticky though."

"Nicknames." A hum like he's thinking. "Sexiest man alive." He got named that last year, but it only matters coming from Kip. "Best friend." Because Scott was starting to realize that Kip was really and truly his. "And also Guy who Fucked up Dinner so Now we Need Delivery."

[kindamoved]

The moment he feels Scott's hands on him, he knows either things have gone awry or they will shortly. The palms comes to his stomach and the warmth sends his whole body into a flutter. Face pulls up into a grin, back presses into Scott as he rests his head back against his fiance's shoulder.

"Mmno, no we have not," Kip answers with that low vibrator of someone thinking hours into the future, imagining the outcome. Though touches are innocent, Kip doesn't pass the chance to press his body back against Scott's in its entirety to feel every inch of him. "But you know the saying, teaching an old dog new tricks?" He tips his chin up to look at Scott with that grin, eyes flitting from his eyes down to his chest then up again, to say you're the old dog, and I intend on teaching you new tricks.

"I think sex is just sticky in general, though."

He shrugs, begins to pour the drinks into some glasses all the while, Scott is speaking on the nicknames. Each one has Kip grinning all the way up until he's rolling his eyes. Sexiest man. Yes, he knows, he bought the issue and got the cover blown up into poster sized. Eventually, he will try to get permission to have it in the Kingfisher, but sometimes he wonders if it's better to ask for forgiveness than permission.

"Wow, and I didn't fuck up my drinks. Guess I win tonight." A drink is slid over so Scott can try, and as Kip takes a sip, he winces but stifles it. He's not giving up this win. So quickly, he changes topic and rests his lips on the glass. "What are you ordering?"

[thetenthman]

Kip gets a glance over the glasses again. "I don't have 'internalized' homophobia." He does. Did. He doesn't know which or what but he makes the air quotes. Raises a brow. Bites a vegetable while maintaining steady eye contact with his fiancée. "It's not an insult, there's no negative connotation. It's cute, you're cute, you're my fruit cup."

There's a faked gasp, Scott trying his damndest to look like he's massively offended. "What level of homophobia is it to give me shit about my fears, hmm?" After pulling a face, Scott's attention moves once more to the now-unstuck pages as he thumbs through them. Flipping to see what the hell he'd just combined and fucked up.

"You keep talking about whipped cream I'm just going to think about your dick." The words are mumbled, though, a frown wrinkling on Scott's features. How the fuck had he even done this? And, more importantly, how was he going to manage to salvage it and/or admit defeat and order delivery.

"You point that at me and I'm gonna lick it." Which Scott has absolutely said before. "I'm sure I can help with a few options." But not with their dinner. "You're not going to like any of them either, though."

[kindamoved]

"On a scale of one to ten it's probably a two." He answers, beginning to mix ingredients as Kyle had instructed him. Luckily, this is only one of three recipes he knows how to make right then, so finding such ingredients isn't much of a chore.

Sangria, lime juice, mint, so forth until he gets to the rum and starts to poor it to recipe code. But it just doesn't seem like enough. And thus where Kip goes wrong. He pours liberally, then caps the rum. By then, he's checked out, working and mixing on muscle memory that he doesn't have.

"Whipped cream makes you think of my dick... Okay, Scott." It's muttered, rather sarcastically as he's deeply in focus and cares not to dwell on such a remark. Though, the flattery doesn't go unshown. He's grinning to himself, even glancing towards Scott and his shoulders give small shimmy, satisfied with that compliment. "Mhm, I'd Love to hear your options, please do share."

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR THE MORNING AFTER *  adjust as necessary, nsfw implied

this... isn't my bed.

i'll make us breakfast.

wait, how long have you been here?

did you stay the night?

you're so beautiful like this.

did i give you that hickey?

don't get up. stay right here.

kiss me again.

nice bedhead.

are you... wearing anything?

this was a bad idea.

i've wanted to do that forever.

did you enjoy it?

i did a number on your back. sorry about that.

is this your shirt?

maybe you should go.

i had a great time.

if you stay, i'll make us coffee.

i shouldn't have stayed over.

come back here. please?

i've never been like that with anyone before.

there's a bra on the ceiling fan.

did we... actually...?

we could do it again, if you want.

you made me feel... incredible.

was it... okay?

you look beautiful in my bed.

what do you remember?

was i too loud?

you can borrow my shirt.

i guess this makes us more than friends.

this can't be happening.

i could spend the day just like this, right here with you.

is that a hickey?

this was just for fun. it doesn't mean we're together.

this wasn't supposed to happen.

should we talk about it?

what time is it? i'm late for work.

how long have you been awake?

i remember... everything.

we should do that again sometime.

i think we cuddled.

that was the best night of my life.

what parts do you remember?

why don't you stay for breakfast?

was it good for you?

the sex was great.

how do you like your eggs?

are we still friends?

sorry, i've got morning breath.

i'd really like to keep seeing you.

i'm glad i invited you in.

finally... fucking finally.

please don't leave the bed.

don't make fun of me if i walk funny.

this doesn't mean anything.

my friends are never going to believe this.

i don't even know who i was last night.

no one's ever taken care of me like that.

let me help you clean up.

maybe we should forget this even happened.

i'm just going to... leave.

you said some wild things last night.

you're wearing my shirt.

maybe we could make this a regular thing.

am i blushing? i'm blushing, aren't i.

where did i put my glasses?

your clothes are in the living room.

i need a shower.

your hair's a mess.

you make a great pillow.

i thought we agreed this would ruin our relationship.

did i do something wrong?

we were pretty loud.

do you want me to leave?

i asked you to stay the night.

i bet your neighbors hate us.

stay like this.

well, that's one way to bounce back.

what about round two?

don't let go of me.

why don't you join me in the shower?

we can't keep doing this.

we're fucked, aren't we.

how long have i been asleep?

i tried to keep feelings out of this. i really did.

[thetenthman]

Scott looks over his glasses at Kip, before gaze dropping down again. “Can I be homophobic? Is that a thing?” A piece of julienned (he had to google it) cucumber is picked up, pointed first at Kip. “You don’t really have the uh,” and then at Scott’s chest “qualifications for bar wench.”

There’s a scoff, Scott turning to look back at Kip. “Fruit cup’s a little tame for a locker room. Mojitos and margs are fruity. Smoothies are fruity. You are also fruity.” His gaze lingers, again over the glasses. “I’m pretty sure I’m gay so I get away with that and it’s true and not an insult.” He’s back to the recipe, turning the page again, only to discover three were stuck togehter. “Smoothie boy is way worse.”

[kindamoved]

"Oh you can totally be homophobic. It's called internalized homophobia." Kip enlightens him. His hands fly up at cucumber wielding, then at gesture at Scott's chest has him slouching again and starting to pull ingredients.

Kyle had only taught him a few drinks and tips but he was sure he could pull them off. no different than smoothies, but he's no pro. If he doesn't have a recipe, he tends to make things too strong ( to his liking ) or too bitter, too sweet, somehow it's always too-something. So he pulls out one of the recipes he had bookmarked from Kyle, an easy one to follow that he thinks might pair well with dinner.

"I can't believe you're the same guy who was scared to say queer and now you're calling me fruit cup."

Brow raises, and from the corner of his eye he watches Scott. The mundane is endearing, and from where they began, he will take all the boarderline homophobia he can as long as they have nights like these together. "As long as there's whipped cream on it, you can call me whatever you want, sweetheart. But-" Bar spoon juts out, pointing at Scott. His turn to threaten. "You're getting a nickname, too. I just- haven't figured it out yet."

[kindamoved]

thinking about how im meeting robbie and i have to keep my questions to a minimum but i have so many so many can i book him for an hour to just talk to him

[thetenthman]

Armed with only a measuring spoon, Scott points it menacingly at Kip, sitting there across the counter, judging him, taking pictures.

(Scott loving every minute of it).

"Bar wench doesn't really seem to suit." Scott brandishes the measuring spoon at him. "Ingredidents. Those are ingredients. Mise en place." Scott has no idea what the fuck that means, he read it or heard it somewhere.

"Make us some drinks then, fruit cup." He laughs, eyes going wide as he's discovered the new nickname. "Fruit cup." Chuckled to himself as he turns back to the recipe, flicking back one page, trying to figure out where he got lost...

[kindamoved]

"Wow..." It's hushed, a teasing mutter of mockery as he slides his hands across the island and stands to full attention. There's a cant to his head as he glances across Scott's body, then at the ingredients. Mise En Place... whatever that means. Does Scott even know? Who cares- he just called him a school yard insult and Kip isn't letting it go so easy.

"I think Bar Wench is less homophobic," Kip muses, pursing lips as he starts looking through all of the ingredients, attempting to piece together the meal he's beginning to prep. "Fruit cup sounds like something I'd get called in a locker room... "

[kindamoved]

"I feel like that nickname needs an upgrade."

Maybe he shouldn't be pushing him when Scott is very clearly struggling, but he can't help it. The scariest Scott looks is on the ice, and even then it barely scratches the surface. Right now, he's god damn adorable.

"I make mojitos and margs now. And you make...." his brow raises at the bowl of... well... " dinner ? " He's trying to be supportive. Really.

@thetenthman