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fuck you @staff i posted one thing about vanilla sex and got put onto safe mode thanks for ruining my fucking blog
Vanilla sex is hardly spoken about but itâs cute like imagine whispering I love you to someone and hearing them moan and being so caught up in the pleasure and endorphins that you basically melt into eachother while holding hands and kissing eachother
mythikosâ.
HE RESTS hands on his hips for a second, EXHALING through his nostrils, a deep breath of the fresh air in the open jungle. HE LOVED IT. He loved it out right into the wild, shoulders rolling quietly for a second before exhaling softly and carding a hand through his hair, idle for a second before smiling to himself. RUBBING the back of his neck before glancing back at the other man for a second coming back to himself and answering tentatively.
ââŠSâGET goinâ. Temple ainât gonna EXPLORE itself now is it?â
   thatâs the answer he was hoping for. an excited little hop down, finding a decent, flat enough area to set his pack before heâs tugging a few things from his backpack that he knew heâd need. excavating tools, water, satchel, things of that nature. excited blue eyes flicker back to karter briefly before heâs taking off, excited steps, prancing off toward their beautiful find. hopefully they were the first ones here and they didnât find a completely plundered and gutted interior. â race ya -- three two one go ! â
badwclvâ.
the whitetail mountains surely were a place to admire.      nature was a gift from god , or so his father used to say before he turned into the drunken monster he was . old mad seed was an idiot but at least this man knew how to appreciate the beauty of nature ââââ-  one similarity between him and jacob the big brother did not despise and apparently , nathan had eyes for that beauty as well . and yet , he did not see . JACOBâS JUDGES FOLLOWED HIM EVERYWHERE . they were close but nathan did not seem to notice . and he did not have to , not yet .
â absolutely not, â     he shook his head , waved a refusing hand as he laughed briefly .        â  youâre welcome to stay but sure , thereâs a hotel nearby . iâll take you there ,  â        jacob did not mind the sudden change of plans , though his men at the veteranâs center awaited the big brotherâs arrival . whatever , it could wait . at the next crossroad , he took the left turn to the grand view hotel instead of the right further up to the hospital .        â  so , where are you from ?  â
   blue hues were almost captured by the landscape, taking in only brief glances of the other man before he was peering back out the windshield. nathan drake never took vacations, so doing something like this for himself and no one else, just to enjoy himself, was something he was trying to savor. no mercenaries shooting at him, nobody hunting him, nobody to race to the end with or against. just nathan and his time. and now his savior sitting in the drivers seat.
   â sorry , i donât mean to waste your time to bring me anywhere. i appreciate it . i can walk , if itâs not too much further . â though he had the smallest inkling that that offer would be refused as well. â oh , uh , i live in massachusetts , but i just got back from a trip to africa . wanted to take some me time before i got back home . â finally fully regarding the other man, turning a bit to take him in; his details, the way he was dressed, scars, tattoos. â how well do you know the area ? this your home ? â
panamaleftâ.
DONâT GET HIM WRONG , NO JET LAG WAS A PLUS ââââââ but he was sure that it would be hard for any of this to be exciting as doing it ABROAD . He reclines back where heâs sitting - one of his arms draped lazily over his face as he sucks in a deep breath && listens to what his brother has to say . His lips turn up softly at the EDGES , && he lifts his hand just enough to peer across at Nathan. â might not seem like a lot to you, brother â he drawls , kicking his legs up - one over the other . â Some of us canât afford the finer things in life â
His arm comes back down , blocking out the light - trying to determine whether he could catch a nap while Nate was talking to himself. â && donât speak too soon , aâright? You say no boats or planes && then we end up having to travel through storms && shit because itâs sods law .â
   â i know itâs not chump change or nothinâ , but iâve had bigger paydays . hopefully this one wonât be as bad as sinking a city or somethinâ . â hands readjust on the steering wheel, giving a slight glance behind them at the darkening horizon. was the sun going down already? or maybe it was the rain that sam just jinxed on them -- oh yeah, all samâs fault there. considering the treasure was supposedly just ... buried somewhere, and on united states soil they might be a little safer than usual. mercs didnât just roam the land around virginia.
   â what , scared of getting your paws wet ? â a tease, glancing over at his brother sprawled out in the passenger seat.  â you hungry yet ? the hotelâs about an hour away from here , do you wanna eat before or after we hit it ? â
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artifexedâ.
         it wasnât hard to spot the guy who looked around rather lost and indecisive. â ah, i thought so, where are you headed to? i can give you some directions. â
   he offers his phone for a brief moment, showing the address of the brooklyn museum. it might be obvious to someone that lives here, but as someone who came from massachusetts, the whole ânew yorkâ thing was a little much. â itâs probably obvious and iâm just missing it . â
â there must be a beginning of any great matter , but the continuing unto the end until it be thoroughly finished yields the true glory . â                                     â sir frances drake , 1587 .
pagubnyyâ.
GOD, HIS HEAD HURT. his heart ached. he ran a hand over his face because he could hear the tears in nathanâs voice as he spoke. he knew they were coming before he saw them. and he was refusing to look. eyes staring down at their feet. his heart raced along with the pain in it. he didnât do this well. he didnât do nathan well. it was his own fault. he wasnât used to opening up, he wasnât used to LETTING someone in. and god forbid he let fucking nathan drake in. at least, that was what his head was telling him. that aching heart was screaming something different. âgod damnit, nathan,â he said â voice low. rough. his own emotion was heavy in it. he wasnât looking up. âi want you. i want you, isnât that obvious?â he knew that it wasnât. he fucking knew it wasnât obvious. âi want you. i want you, nathan. i want us to go on this vacation, i want to lay on the hot beach and get bloody burnt, i want to get drunk with you at sunset and fuck you stupid back at the hotel room. thatâs all i want. but every time we speak â it feels like itâs a fight.â HARRY REACHED UP AND ran his hand through his hair, it was rough and he finally looked up at him. he flinched back slightly seeing the tears. he was always weak when nathan showed emotion like this. it wasnât common for him to cry. but he knew him, and he knew him well. too well. staring at him, he opened his mouth slightly before pursing his lips and swallowing. weakness was prayed upon but nathan was someone different from those he usually dealt with. âi want to be here, i donât want to leave.â he didnât know how to address that nathan always made him feel like he should. because it wasnât nathans fault, it was his own defensive behavior. âi never want to leave, but i do. okay? is that what you want to hear? i never want to leave, but i fucking do. i walk out that door and ignore everything iâm feeling in favor of my own selfish pride. thatâs what happens, right? itâs true. iâm a selfish prick in love with an idiot who has an accidental ego half the time.â
   â no ! no , itâs not obvious ! â he can feel the streaks down his face, feel how cool the tears feel against his heated cheeks. a wet breath leaves him, attempting to catch his breath as he looks down, away, anywhere but at harry. he hates it when things get like this -- why couldnât they just be a normal couple? why did everything they did outside of sex have to hurt? hearing how much he wanted him, every way he wanted him, his chest felt so tight like he couldnât breathe. a sob this time, air coming roughly in, though never feeling like he could take a proper breath -- fuck, he had to sit, he was gonna pass out if he didnât sit. though stubborn as always, instead he braced himself against the wall, hand rubbing over his chest in an attempt to loosen the horrid sensation.
   â so stay ! stay here with me , donât run ! every time you leave , i never know if youâre coming home , if youâre fucking someone else , if youâre drunk , if youâre dead -- i donât understand how you think or what you want and you get so angry with me all the time ! â no, heâs sitting. right here, right on the floor, nearly falling due to feeling so overwhelmingly lightheaded. is this what a panic attack feels like?
   between breaths, all he could manage were shoulder-trembling sobs. he hated this, hated it. why couldnât they have a normal relationship? why did everything always fall apart in his hands? why did EVERYTHING he touched always turn to shit?
   â i know iâm stupid , iâm so FUCKING STUPID all the time ! everyone says it -- and all i do is piss you off and shove you away and say mean shit -- â
âItâs easy to fall in love when youâre young, right? And then you start to realise those feelings of love and stuff, passion, love, lust, sometimes they come very quickly, but they can also leave quickly.â
mythikosâ.
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A SMALL PAT to Nateâs back is what comes as he rises up over the RIDGE, stretching out a little until his BACK cracks and hands come back to rest on his hips idly for half a second, NODDING ONE, two, THREE times before turning to glance over his shoulder at the other man and GESTURES, a small grin populating his feature for a second.
âWeâre here.â
   he was surprised that karter even wanted to touch him, considering how sweaty heâd managed to get. damn humidity. topping the ride, he allows himself a breath of ease, wasting no time in pulling the journal from his pocket and working on a rough sketch outline of the structure, decaying and being buried alive by jungle in front of them. a beautiful, forgotten relic that hadnât had a human soul inside for probably decades, if not centuries. the excitement had his heart pounding a little higher in his throat, able to feel that familiar ache to go go go.  â glad we made it before night . should we set up camp now or later ? â  please say later.
pagubnyyâ.
HE FELT LIKE A teenager in a romantic relationship. but thatâs the thing. they were adults. and they werenât together. things were in limbo, they always were in limbo. nothing about them was EVER solid. as soon as nathan asked too many questions, harry ran away with his tail between his legs. and then in turn when he came close to nate and let him in, nathan either didnât understand or harry got pissed off. was this one of those moments? âwhat the fuck do you want, nathan?â he set the suitcase down and turned back to him. his voice cut through the get out get out get out get out that was radiating in his head. âi could pay you back for the bloody ticket, you know that. what do you want to talk about? this?â harry gestured between them, then a BROAD gesture around the room. âi donât know how to talk to you. every god damn thing i say to you â i feel like you throw it back in my face.â
   â what the fuck -- what do i want ? are you serious ? i want you ! â he can feel the emotions welling to the surface, hands covering his face for a brief moment as he attempts to catch his breath. he hates this, hates it, hates it, he shouldâve just let harry leave like he always did. he couldâve gone on mexico for vacation on his own, met some gorgeous girl or guy and had a good time. but instead, he wants to be here, arguing with harry for what felt like the millionth time.  â thatâs all i ever wanted ! i feel like i donât know how to talk to you anymore , youâre always freaking out or running or angry , i donât -- i get scared youâre not gonna come back , like i keep shoving you away , i -- fuck , harry , what do you want from me ? i donât know what to do , and i try to talk and you get angry and drink or leave . if -- if you donât wanna be here , if you donât wanna be here with me , then please -- just go . give me my key and go . â oh, thereâs the tears.
pagubnyyâ.
IT BOTHERED HIM WHEN nathan just blew everything off. every time he tried to talk to him about something, nate never even understood what was bothering him. and the it festered. it festered and nathan always thought it was something small and pathetic. like his feelings didnât matter. that might be him internalizing this. internalizing everything. like he always did. he never let nathan in properly. HE WATCHED HIM AFTER he told him off. how tired he was, how much he didnât want to deal with this. harry wondered if nathan even knew what this was about. it didnât matter. because nathan was gone. he opened his mouth, and ran a hand over his face. cursing underneath his breath â harry did what harry always did. he reached forward and grabbed his suitcase and started away from the balcony to the door.Â
   damn if he didnât know harry inside and out. the glass door is slid open as he attempts to leave, arms crossing as he leans against the door frame.  â you better not , â he huffs out at him, coming inside in case he decided to actually bolt. â we have a flight to be on in forty - five minutes . i paid for your ticket , so you better go or iâm never inviting you again . â itâs not much of a reason, and it was easy to think of harry immediately quipping back a âi donât careâ and storming out anyway.
    â weâve been planning this forever , donât leave . â he hates that he feels like heâs begging, but he does wanna go, and he wants harry there with him.  â just talk to me . you never talk , you always get mad and make me feel like shit . you never let me in then get pissed that i donât know whatâs going on . come on , just -- put your suitcase down . â
pagubnyyâ.
âdoes that make you feel good?â STANDING NEXT TO THE doorway to the kitchen, his arms were crossed. he was defensive. he was on the defense. his back was straight and his shoulders squared. jaw set, he was radiating pure frustration. not just that â he was pissed off. no one got to him the way nate did. no one crawled under his skin and left him digging a knife in to make it stop. ârunning your fucking mouth like that. that make you feel good? big strong nathan drake, fucking never does a god damn thing wrong. genius, mastermind â always knows everything. is there anything you donât know, nate? huh? câmon, tell me, mate. is there anything youâre not perfect at?âÂ
@moretrustworthyâ liked for harry!
   he hated when harry got like this. it was the fact that he would find one little thing to focus on, something that pissed him off beyond compare, and keep it to himself until he exploded on something stupid. the time before this, it was the fact that his check engine light came on. this time, it just happened to be nathan correcting him about something. he was used to it, as sad as that was, letting harry have his tantrums and just riding them out and letting him yell. this time was digging at him, however -- he was tired, he hadnât slept in two days. he was hungry, and they had to catch a flight in less than an hour.
   â shut up . â followed by a sigh, shoulders tight jaw clenched, â i am ... just . so done with you always yelling at me . iâm tired , iâm hungry , and iâm not gonna stand here and listen to you tell me how awful i am . you act like i donât know that already . â he turns from him, leaving the room, unwilling to let this escalate much further. it didnât stop him from shoving his suitcase out of his way and shutting the door to the balcony a little too hard. he had to be in a closed cabin with him for nine hours. maybe he could manage to trade seats with someone, harry was cute enough that some old lady might take him up on it.