4*Town's Aaron T.

Aaron Tahiri. 23. He/Him. The funny one :3

[nobody-like-z]

4*Town's Aarons Compete in a Compliment Battle! || Squaaron

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"We found them on social media!" chirped this deranged lady. "So yeah, we found some comments on Discord, but mostly looked at Twitter, Tumblr, that kind of thing! You're going to love them. They're so creative."

"Creative," repeated Aaron. He glanced at T again, who seemed unbothered, at least--

Good.

They had never actually talked about what happened in Greece, and right after, they'd been thrown into an epically busy schedule in preparation for the album, so yeah, things weren't weird. But sometimes... things got weird. Temporarily. Like while they were working out and made prolonged eye contact while lifting weights, or when they changed after a shower or, in Aaron's case, slept naked.

In his defense, he never meant to do that. He always woke up in the night, and boom, he was naked. He blamed the creature. It was a freaky motherfucker.

Anyway, Aaron T wasn't avoiding eye contact with him right now. That was a win.

"Here, take a look! This one is really good--" she passed a slip to Aaron.

He unfolded it.

"I would pay one million dollars for Aaron T to squeeze my head between his godlike thighs until I popped like a watermelon, fire emoji fire emoji fire emoji," drolled Aaron. "... Wait, this is about T."

"Yes! It's a battle. So you read them out loud to each other, trying to get each other to break. So you'll want to be over the top!" giggled the PR specialist.

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"Creative..." Aaron chimed in after Z. He'd posted enough videos on his own to TikTok and instagram and youtube. He knew just how creative some fans could get.

They did have some younger fans, though, so maybe this would skew cleaner? he had to hope.

As Aaron read the slip handed to him, T blinked rapidly, trying to process the words and the voice saying them. What..... just what. That was his only thought.

He wanted to be more normal about everything. About his stupid little feelings and the stupid little thing that happened in Greece. Except it wasn't little, and he hadn't been drunk enough to just forget it. And now every time he looked at Z, he was just thinking about it again. How soft his lips were, how firm his grip was.......

"Break how?" Aaron asked the PR lady. Because he was already about to break a blood vessel trying to focus on anything other than the mental image of Z's head between his thighs.

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[nobody-like-z]

4*Town's Aarons Compete in a Compliment Battle! || Squaaron

[nobody-like-z]

Another day, another dumb-as-hell promo shit that Aaron was being subjected to. Though the trendy meme shit, all things considered, was better than the straightforward interviews. He totally froze during those. But doing stupid shit like eating British snacks? He could do that.

He rolled down into their dance-studio-turned-film-shoot, and his eyebrows quirked for a single second.

Looks like he was paired with Aaron T today.

"Sup," he said. He picked up the sheet to see what weird TikTok trend they were doing today.

"Compliment battle?" he uttered. He looked up at Aaron. "You know what that is?"

"Oh, the fans are DYING for this one!" exclaimed their PR specialist from the side. "You'll be reading over-the-top tweets to each other, trying to get each other to laugh. According to our survey of the Discord, you both were one of the most requested ships!"

"Ships," said Aaron. He knew what a ship was, but he just couldn't believe she'd said the term out loud, seriously, with her whole chest. "We just talking like Tumblr posts now?"

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T was loving the TikTok trend stuff. It was like, half of what he did in his freetime anyway, so this was right up his alley.

This one was a little more structured than some of the others, which had his curiosity piqued until he was in the studio and saw who he was paired with and what the challenge was.

His stomach did some weird little flips. Or maybe that was just the demon resettling as Aaron clearly annoyed the PR lady by whistling loudly while they waited for Z to show up.

It wasn't like he was avoiding Z or anything. Kind of hard to do that with your roommate. And it wasn't like things were entirely weird with him, but... Sometimes things were a little weird. Or tense.

At the question from Aaron, T raised his shoulder in a shrug. As the PR lady excitedly explained, his brow furrowed. "We have a discord?" he asked at the same time Z repeated 'ships' back to her.

Wait, people shipped them? Why? Because they had the same name? Because their dispositions were so opposite? Because they were both Filipino? (god he hoped it wasn't that one, that would be super problematic of their fans)

"What kinds of compliments? Were they like, ones submitted to the discord or do we gotta make 'em up on the spot or something?" T asked the PR lady.

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[ice-in-her-stare]

Blocking the Light | Open

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Aaron was enjoying the sun. He often did. But summer sun was the best. He'd been working out more at the gym, getting fitter, and now he was working on a tan--he was getting concert ready! For...... whenever they had a concert. Because they had to at some point, right? The last one had gone pretty well, or he at least thought it did. And things were moving, so... they had to at some point.

He stood by the lake, looking out at the water, feeling the sun on his skin, enjoying it immensely with his air pods in.

He didn't hear someone say anything, not really, but when he thought he heard a voice, he glanced around and didn't see who was talking, so he assumed they must be talking to someone else. He just continued to stand there, completely oblivious of the woman behind him asking him to move.

@ice-in-her-stare

[ice-in-her-stare]

Apparently this boy was dumb and deaf. Go figure. Cruella wasn't ever an especially patient or tolerant woman. Truly the fact that he hadn't been hit yet was only due to her temporary kindness. If that even existed.

That tolerance dropped quickly.

Cruella glanced around for something to throw at the boy. Ah good, a sturdy rock. "Oi, I said move over!!" Cruella shouted, flinging the rock at the boy with what she liked to think was pretty good aim. If that didn't nudge him enough to move then she'd have to resort to other tactics.

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Something hit him in the shoulder and Aaron's hand shot back to rub the spot. He turned around, now registering the voice a little more.

Still not what she said, though.

He was expecting some kid, not a full grown lady.

"Did you throw something at me?" his brow furrowed, finally taking out one ear bud.

@ice-in-her-stare

[ice-in-her-stare]

Blocking the Light | Open

[ice-in-her-stare]

Cruella was never one who liked to be inconvenienced. If they were low on groceries? She ordered Gerald to go get it. If the car needed more gas, same idea. If the house had a speck of dust she hired a maid. She simply had someone take care of things for her.

And now when she was lounging by the lake in her bikini on the lounger she had brought with her with umbrella also at the ready and someone was blocking her light? Well something would have to be done about that. "Gerald-" she started and then frowned. Right. Cruella had already instructed Gerald to go take Nefertiti to get her nails trimmed. Drat.

She straightened up and frowned at the person. "Hey you. Would you get out of the way darling? You're obstructing the charming view."

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[nobody-like-aaron-t]

Aaron was enjoying the sun. He often did. But summer sun was the best. He'd been working out more at the gym, getting fitter, and now he was working on a tan--he was getting concert ready! For...... whenever they had a concert. Because they had to at some point, right? The last one had gone pretty well, or he at least thought it did. And things were moving, so... they had to at some point.

He stood by the lake, looking out at the water, feeling the sun on his skin, enjoying it immensely with his air pods in.

He didn't hear someone say anything, not really, but when he thought he heard a voice, he glanced around and didn't see who was talking, so he assumed they must be talking to someone else. He just continued to stand there, completely oblivious of the woman behind him asking him to move.

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[nobody-like-aaron-t]

When in Greece - Spring Break 2026 || Squaaron

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He didn't know what to expect from Aaron. He didn't know if he was going to say anything, or if he was going to laugh, or push him away now that he was done.

Getting pulled in for a kiss wasn't what he'd expected.

It was so soft, the kiss. T melted into it, kissing him back so sweetly, so needily. Whatever thought he had had was gone. His mind was only on Aaron Z again.

His eyelashes fluttered at the question, a blush spreading further across his face as he held him so delicately. His thumb brushed over his skin and T could feel the heat trail it left behind. Like he'd kissed him there.

T barely had time to acknowledge what he was asking. Need his help? How-- oh.

He whined against his lips, his heart thundering away in his chest, the demon bounding around it like it was a moon bounce. His hands went out to Z's shoulders, gripping him tighter, pulling him in closer as his hand pumped over his shaft.

It felt so good. It felt so much different than his own hand, and any other hand. His hips rocked into Aaron Z's fist, another sound falling from his lips.

"O-oh, fuck..." he mumbled, his breaths getting heavier. "Fuck, Aaron--" their foreheads pressed together as T did his best to breathe, his hands shaking as the held tightly to his roommate.

Between his cock twitching in his hand, his needy breaths and desperate holding, he was saying all of the things he couldn't put to words. Don't stop, I want you, I need this, I need you.

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[nobody-like-z]

The creature knew exactly what Aaron wanted-- his Aaron and this Aaron. Maybe Aarons were his speciality; maybe he was always meant to crawl out of hell and find all the Aarons of the world and help them.

Because that's what the creature was doing: offering a helping hand.

No need for this Aaron to feel any guilt, any shame-- though if he did, the demon would take it and tuck it away inside of his Aaron's chest, right there in the black place, where the rest of those emotions went. Instead, he pumped the human hand, filling the sweet boy's veins with exploding stars.

Their foreheads knocked together; T's breath was sweet and spicy at the same time-- tasting like sea, tasting like alcohol, tasting bitter with his Aaron's cum. His shaft throbbed hungrily in Aaron's hand. The creature consulted his human host's memory and mimicked the way that he liked to touch himself, touching this Aaron that same way-- long pulls, then twisting his wrist.

He wondered if the boy would like to know that. Here is how Aaron Z touches himself.

He offered the image to T just in case: flashing the image of his roommate jerking off in the other bed, just across the room.

"That's right. You're good. I got you," he murmured. He leaned in and kissed Aaron T again, even as he panted and moaned.

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He could barely breathe, his face getting hotter and hotter.

"Oh, fuck..." he exhaled against Aaron's mouth. His jaw fell opened as Aaron's hand twisted around him. His eyelids fluttered shut, enjoying the feeling more than anything. He couldn't imagine a better feeling than this.

And then an image flashed across his mind. Z, in his bed, just a few feet away from him, jacking himself off. In the mental image, T looked over, and their eyes met, and he just started pumping his hand faster.

"Oh my god--" he started to moan as Z's lips captured his again, his words so reassuring, so gentle, especially compared to the feverish way he touched his cock.

T moaned and whined and writhed, pressure building and building inside him until he couldn't take it anymore.

"Oh--Aaron--" he groaned, his hips bucking into the other's fist faster and faster, more erratic than before until finally he felt himself slip into his release.

He came hard, his whole body tense and shaking as every ounce was drained from him. It was probably all over Aaron's hand. In the sand. T couldn't even look at him. He just let his head fall forward against his shoulder as he tried to catch his breath, his face burning even more.

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[nobody-like-aaron-t]

When in Greece - Spring Break 2026 || Squaaron

[nobody-like-aaron-t]

Everything was happening in a blur.

Z was talking to him in a way he could have never imagined, pulling on his hair.

T had his hands on Aaron's knees again, fingers digging into his flesh.

His heart was pounding unevenly in his chest, the demon doing everything in its power to keep it going, drumming away in rhythm with Aaron's cock hitting the back of his throat.

Suddenly, Z tensed, his noises louder, his movements more erratic, and finally and explosion of warmth in his mouth.

On instinct, T swallowed it down, slowly bobbing his head through his orgasm. The taste burned through his entire system, the demon bursting with excitement as he finally pulled back, saliva trailing from his lip back to Z's cock.

As Z flopped back, looking up at the sky, Aaron froze, unable to move or breathe. He just stared wide eyed, face burning. Still hard and that wasn't going anywhere.

Reality seemed to hit like a truck though. What had they done? What had he done? A sour taste overtook him, his eyes starting to sting.

"Aaron..." he breathed, his voice sounding raw from the foreign object down his throat. He should be feeling euphoric, he should be thrilled he'd finally done something like that, especially with Z.

Mostly he felt like he was about to cry.

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[nobody-like-z]

Aaron felt like he was floating on his back, the waves of his pleasure undulating beneath him. Making him light, making him happy, those good endorphins.

Then Aaron T said his name. Well. Their name.

And Aaron knew he didn't wanna deal with this-- the consequences of his dumb-ass, horny actions.

And that was all it took, really-- his creature right there under his skin, indistinguishable from himself. He felt himself shrink, and the demon billowed, like a great bubble rising to the surface. He couldn't even think to catch it. He just watched the stars disappear, one by one, and then he wasn't there at all.

But the creature was.

He sat up, and he smiled sweetly at Aaron T, eyes butter-soft. He reached out a hand to grasp T's strong, warm neck. "Yeah?" he said. Then scooted forward on the sand and kissed Aaron again, soft and sweet, like they were boyfriends-- or that's what the creature thought, drawing from all the examples it had from Aaron's past, like watching his half-sisters with their suitors. The good ones, not the shit ones.

The creature leaned back. "You good?" That was Aaron's favorite question. He slid the boy's hand up, cupping T's face, sweeping his thumb over the boy's cheekbone. "Need my help?"

He leaned in again, kissing him, then slid his other hand back into Aaron T's shorts to grasp and squeeze his hard cock. The creature found the appendage the most fascinating of all human appendages. It was so expressive-- saying things that humans never said. I want you. I need you. Touch me, I'm lonely.

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[nobody-like-aaron-t]

He didn't know what to expect from Aaron. He didn't know if he was going to say anything, or if he was going to laugh, or push him away now that he was done.

Getting pulled in for a kiss wasn't what he'd expected.

It was so soft, the kiss. T melted into it, kissing him back so sweetly, so needily. Whatever thought he had had was gone. His mind was only on Aaron Z again.

His eyelashes fluttered at the question, a blush spreading further across his face as he held him so delicately. His thumb brushed over his skin and T could feel the heat trail it left behind. Like he'd kissed him there.

T barely had time to acknowledge what he was asking. Need his help? How-- oh.

He whined against his lips, his heart thundering away in his chest, the demon bounding around it like it was a moon bounce. His hands went out to Z's shoulders, gripping him tighter, pulling him in closer as his hand pumped over his shaft.

It felt so good. It felt so much different than his own hand, and any other hand. His hips rocked into Aaron Z's fist, another sound falling from his lips.

"O-oh, fuck..." he mumbled, his breaths getting heavier. "Fuck, Aaron--" their foreheads pressed together as T did his best to breathe, his hands shaking as the held tightly to his roommate.

Between his cock twitching in his hand, his needy breaths and desperate holding, he was saying all of the things he couldn't put to words. Don't stop, I want you, I need this, I need you.

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[nobody-like-aaron-t]

When in Greece - Spring Break 2026 || Squaaron

[nobody-like-z]

Normally, when Aaron had sex, he tried to stay quiet. Maybe it came from most of his experience taking place in locations he definitely should not be having sex, like cars in public parking lots, in someone else's bathroom, a locker room, on the beach, like now--

It wasn't like he ever planned these hook-ups. They just happened to Aaron the way the rest of his life happened to him. If Aaron were to have sex in his actual bed, that would mean he'd have to invite someone back to his house. And to invite someone back to his house, he'd have to feel at home in that house. But he'd always felt like a guest---when he lived with his grandparents and when he lived with Robaire's family and when he moved in with his dad in his shitty little apartment--it was always a stopgap, always temporary, never his.

In many ways, his room with T felt more permanent. If only because T made it lived in, putting up all his posters and throwing all his stuff everywhere. Of course, Aaron knew that it was temporary too. Everything was.

But having T here between his legs was doing something bizarre to his horny brain, like-- physically he was on the beach, but mentally he was home in Swynlake, and they were fuckin' in their room like teenagers.

Maybe that's why he was making so much goddamn embarrassing noise.

No, it was the creature. It had his tongue in its grubby little hands (did it have hands?)

His face burned with heat and also embarrassment with every word Aaron T spoke to him. His heart had turned into a kickdrum. With each beat, his ribs rattled and he became aware of how empty he was on the inside. It felt so good, it hurt. It hurt so bad, it was good. He wanted to kick Aaron T away from him and throw sand in his face and pull him closer, kiss him, like he could taste all those compliments Aaron Z didn't deserve.

That last thing had to be the creature. It was greedy for affection. It wanted it so much, it was humiliating.

Don't think so much. Just enjoy this. He wants you. Isn't that nice? No one ever wants you. The creature preened, and Aaron closed his eyes again as pleasure throbbed in the tip of his dick. Whatever vestiges of control he'd clung to, he let go.

The creature took his hand and threaded it back into Aaron's hair. "Of course you do," he said. "Goddamn-- putting that pretty mouth to work."

Aaron T kept sucking, bobbing his head up and down. Behind them, the waves crashed and crawled up the shore. Aaron's toes curled in the sand, and his fingers tightened in Aaron's hair. Fuck, fuck, fuck--

Another wave crashed with a big boom. Aaron's orgasm hit him. He groaned and thrust into Aaron's mouth again, holding his head in place as he came inside his mouth. The orgasm moved through him just like the waves, until he was left with all the emptiness he had started with.

Finally, all his limbs relaxed. His hands unclenched and he flopped back against the sand, his heart pounding in his skull, eyes open, staring up at the stars.

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Everything was happening in a blur.

Z was talking to him in a way he could have never imagined, pulling on his hair.

T had his hands on Aaron's knees again, fingers digging into his flesh.

His heart was pounding unevenly in his chest, the demon doing everything in its power to keep it going, drumming away in rhythm with Aaron's cock hitting the back of his throat.

Suddenly, Z tensed, his noises louder, his movements more erratic, and finally and explosion of warmth in his mouth.

On instinct, T swallowed it down, slowly bobbing his head through his orgasm. The taste burned through his entire system, the demon bursting with excitement as he finally pulled back, saliva trailing from his lip back to Z's cock.

As Z flopped back, looking up at the sky, Aaron froze, unable to move or breathe. He just stared wide eyed, face burning. Still hard and that wasn't going anywhere.

Reality seemed to hit like a truck though. What had they done? What had he done? A sour taste overtook him, his eyes starting to sting.

"Aaron..." he breathed, his voice sounding raw from the foreign object down his throat. He should be feeling euphoric, he should be thrilled he'd finally done something like that, especially with Z.

Mostly he felt like he was about to cry.

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[nobody-like-aaron-t]

When in Greece - Spring Break 2026 || Squaaron

[nobody-like-z]

"Oh fuck--"

Aaron's head fell back as T sucked on the head of his cock, the pleasure spiking for both himself and the creature. God, that was a weird fucking feeling-- to have another consciousness along the ride, soaking up every single bit of his body's pleasures. It didn't diminish the heat. If anything, it doubled it-- his cock throbbing against Aaron T's tongue, blood pumping, heart doing double-time. He slid both his hands into Aaron T's hair and couldn't tell if that was his choice or the creature's. He didn't know if he could stop now if he wanted to.

Honestly, he didn't want to. Even as he went slack-jawed, panted, and looked down at the other Aaron in between his legs, and knew this was fucked up.

His roommate was getting him off.

There had to be some band rule...

If any of the other guys found out...

But then Aaron T gagged and moaned and took even more of his cock, and Aaron didn't wanna think about the rules. He cursed again, his ass clenching against the sand. His grip tightened in Aaron T's hair.

"That's right. Just like that," he panted. One of his hands slid down and brushed over Aaron T's traps, then down into his shirt, to a spot between his shoulder blades. T's skin was hot, his muscles flexed. Aaron Z mindlessly rubbed his back, like petting a big, eager dog. He closed his eyes again, tried to relax into the heat frying every thought before he could form it.

But then his mouth was moving again, and he was saying shit he normally wouldn't say--

"Fuck yeah, that's good. You can take it, right-- take my cock--" His hips jerked, forcing his cock further into Aaron T's mouth. He did it again and moaned. His hand moved back up to Aaron T's neck, and he stroked it lightly. "You want more? You like this? Tell me what you want--"

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[nobody-like-aaron-t]

He wasn't thinking. He couldn't be thinking, otherwise he probably wouldn't be doing this. But now that he was doing this... he didn't want to stop.

Every time he'd ever taken a second glance at a guy in the gym replayed in his memory. Every time he looked up pictures or videos or let his imagination start to drift that he tried to bury into the back of his mind started to resurface. Years of frustration for never having a crush on a girl, the frustration and pent up feeling he got when he was kissing Linnet, it all flooded through his body, making him burn hot. The demon roiled inside him, chomping onto every bit of him that ever felt like that, any bit he had tried to hide of himself, tearing it forward and making him contend with it all.

It was hard not to contend with it when there was a cock in his mouth.

Aaron's hand felt good in his hair. His other felt hot against his back, calming him yet encouraging him.

He let out a soft moan that turned into a gag and a whimper as Z's hips thrust up against him. The next time he did it, there was just a moan. Feeling his fingertips on the back of his neck made his hair stand on end. His words were a blur in his mind. He'd never heard him talk like that before. He... liked it? It confused him? He had no idea.

Aaron T pulled his head back, taking a deep breath, his eyes and nose running slightly, saliva dribbling out the side of his mouth. He forced himself to look at Z. God he was hot, especially out here in the moonlight.

"I want more," he panted, nodding desperately. The words felt like they were being pulled out of his stomach. Things maybe he had thought but would never say. Would never admit to. "I've wanted more since the bonfire... I want your cock. I want you to want mine. I--" his breath was shaking. "I wanna taste you. All of you, I... I wanted that to be you I was fucking that night..." he can't stop himself. Whatever fish hook had snagged his tongue just kept pulling. Anything he thought was buried deeper than a pickax could get to was getting pulled to the surface.

"I want to fuck you so bad, Z," he breathed, gripping Aaron's legs tighter. He lowered his head back toward Z's cock, his erection shining with Aaron's saliva. He squirmed at the sight, his own longing and desire growing to a point where ignoring it was becoming a problem.

His mouth went back to Aaron's throbbing shaft, one of his hands dropping from his leg to go between T's own. He took out his own erection, starting to stroke himself as he took Z deeper once again.

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[lucathedreamer]

Banana Pancakes || Pagiri

[lucathedreamer]

Luca let out a loud sigh as they relaxed back into the booth at Chippamunka's. They heard their spine crack slightly as it stretched out again after hunching over for so many hours in the library today.

The end of the semester was coming faster and faster, and they didn't have any time to waste.

Of course, when Aaron had teased them about starting to melt into the furniture, it broke their concentration enough for the rest of the world to intrude. When he suggested getting some food as well, Luca's stomach insisted that had to be the next step.

Smiling over at Aaron, they said, "Thanks for coming with me. I have a hard time stopping once I get started but now that you've pointed it out I'm really hungry. So, besides the spinach puffs, what should we get?"

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[nobody-like-aaron-t]

Aaron needed a break from studying. That mixed with music stuff mixed with....... everything else, he just needed some time away from it all. But he also hated to be alone. So! He found Luca. And of course they were overworking themself sot it just made him a good friend for suggesting they go out to eat.

"Yeah, no prob, dude," he smiled, "You know I'm always game for a snack."

Flipping over the menu, Aaron shrugged. He could eat anything. "I dunno about you, but I'm kinda craving a milkshake. Maybe we just get a bunch of apps?" The spinach puffs were a must, though, when coming here, so he was glad Luca seemed to be on the same page about that.

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[nobody-like-aaron-t]

When in Greece - Spring Break 2026 || Squaaron

[nobody-like-z]

Aaron didn't hesitate.

First, he rubbed the sand off his palm on the front of Aaron T's shorts, feeling the shape of his dick through it, feeling its heat. Then he stuck his hand under the waistband and grabbed the shaft.

He had done this before.

Not often. The first time he'd hooked up with a guy, it was Vivi's doing. She invited him out to a bar downtown. She introduced him to a friend-- a gay guy. He'd gotten the feeling that the introduction was actually more for the guy than it was for him, that in their industrial, rather conservative city, it was harder for this guy to meet people, and since he'd never had a girlfriend, Vivi was taking a bold stab in the dark (that was Vivi for you). This guy greeted Aaron with a hopeful look in his eyes. By the end of the night, they were both too drunk to drive home, but the guy had invited Aaron into his car anyway.

Obviously, Aaron shouldn't have gotten into the car; he should have fuckin' walked. But he knew what the invite really was. Once they got in the guy's car, he confessed he was too drunk to drive. They'd sat there, the guy sipping water tepidly. And then-- he'd kissed Aaron, once he got the nerve. And then, he asked if he could go down on him.

Aaron said yes.

It was a blowjob, so it was good-- it didn't really matter the gender, Aaron learned. A blowjob was a blowjob, and after, he'd thanked the guy (kinda weird) and then he got out and walked home, and he didn't think about it until the next time he saw the guy and then it was just kind of a habit. He got blowjobs and handjobs and he didn't wonder if that made him gay. It was goddamn 2023 or whatever, at the time. Gay, bisexual, it wasn't anyone's business.

Still, part of Aaron knew he probably shouldn't be doing this with a bandmate. But god-- the waves of pleasure and heat flowed through him with each pump of Aaron T's hand on his dick. He was floating on those waves, feeling small and light like a paper dissolving in water.

And it made it easy for the creature to extend itself into all his limbs and act for him.

He became aware of it happening, but by then, it was maybe a little too late. And-- even if it was, would he have stopped it? No. Aaron wanted to come. In that second, all he wanted was to come, to feel so blissed out that nothing else could touch him.

So the creature came alive. It was the one who pumped Aaron T's dick. He swiped the pre-come over the tip and rubbed it around the head, enjoying the shape, weight, and detail of Aaron T's cock, so different from the boy's own. Human bodies were beautiful to the creature. He loved having one, and he wanted to meet and touch as many human bodies as he could-- to study those bodies like an artist and to learn exactly how to extract the most pleasure from them.

And the creature owed Aaron T so much, because it had been his repression in the end, not Z's, that had given him the power to flow through Aaron's veins.

It was time to make both Aarons feel very good.

"Yeah, that's right--" panted Aaron. With his free hand, he gently stroked the back of Aaron T's head, and then lightly tugged his hair. "You like cock, that's right? You probably want my cock in your mouth right now. Wanna suck me off, huh? You want that?"

[nobody-like-aaron-t]

For a moment, Aaron forgot how to breathe.

Thankfully the demon took care of that. It reminded him with a squeeze to his lungs as Z’s hand moved over his shaft. He let out a soft moan against Aaron’s neck, feeling his heart pounding harder.

His own demon coiled tighter around his chest, soaking in every drop of frustration it could, fueling it with the images of kissing Linnet or some other girl in secondary school. Of all those times he knew it should feel different than it did. That is should feel like this.

Something else mirrored those feelings, pulling on why they stayed pushed down. Why he didn’t think too hard about it at all. Why it was one thing to kiss Aaron Z as a dare but it was entirely different to be doing this. To be kissing on a beach, their hands down each other’s pants.

Growing up, it wasn’t like his parents were conservative or anything, but there was something that always felt expected of him because of tradition. They would talk about future moments in Aaron’s life. Weddings, families, all those sorts of things. All in very heteronormative ways. At the time, Aaron was young. He wasn’t thinking about sexuality in any way. He still thought girls were gross when his parents died. Though, thinking back on it, was that being thirteen or something else?

There were so many aspects he never got to discuss with his parents. Pieces he never got to explore and talk to them about. Things they would never get to know.

His auntie was pretty chill about things too. But she worried about his health too much. She constantly worried about the risks of him being with anyone. So the talks of sexuality never came up.

So why did it matter? Why did he keep it all hidden deep inside? Why did he take every opportunity to pretend he didn't feel the way he did when it wouldn't matter to those closest to him.

It didn't matter to him if his friends were gay or bi or pan or anything like that. So why did it matter if he--

He moaned as Aaron's thumb swiped over the head of his cock, spreading the pre-come and making his hand slide easier over his shaft. His face was burning, buried in Z's neck as the pleasure coursed through his veins.

Aaron's hand went to his hair, tugging T's head back lightly. He looked at him, eyes wide and cheeks red. Something in his words felt like a taunt. A dare. Like T wouldn't admit to it, like he would laugh all of this away. Or maybe that was his own demon, taunting him in a weird way. Or some third party he knew was there, but had forgotten about in this moment.

"Yes--" he panted, nodding. "I-I do; I want to..."

He pulled Z's cock out of his shorts, still stroking it. He pressed one more hot, wet kiss to Aaron's mouth, sucking on his tongue.

There was a dizzying feeling as he pulled away, shifting so he could position himself better for this. His breathing grew heavier as his head got lower. Images from New Year's flashed in his mind again, reminding him just how much he had wanted to do this then. Reminding him how much he thought about what it would feel like to have a cock in his mouth--especially Aaron Z's.

Lips parted over the tip, his tongue dragging across the slit, Aaron could have came from the taste alone. He moved slow at first, hesitant. He had never done this before. Part of him was terrified he'd mess it up.

But the more this went on, the more desperate he became. His dick throbbed as he took Aaron's length deeper, moaning and choking as he neared the back of his throat.

He almost wished the ocean wasn't so close so he could hear the sounds Aaron was making above him more clearly.

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When in Greece - Spring Break 2026 || Squaaron

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Z saying Linnet’s name felt like a slap for some reason. He didn’t know why. It wasn’t like he said it in any particular way.

But as soon as he did, Aaron was back in their room, Linnet on top of him, kissing his neck and moaning in his ear as his eyes met Aaron’s across their bedroom. His own demon twisted in his chest, his heartbeat irregular.

He and Linnet had continued. They’d gone further, they did more. Z didn’t come back to the room that night. It wasn’t probably for the best he didn’t.

It was all fine. It felt fine.

When he thought about the moment with Aaron in there that’s when he felt something. That burning in his stomach, the heat in his cheeks.

“Yeah,” he said softly, guilt and frustration building in his stomach, rolling around like the waves in front of them. “It’s… been nice.” It was quiet for a moment. Aaron’s stomach hurt the more he thought about all of this. But he couldn’t stop. He was plunging deeper and deeper into those thoughts and feelings. And lack there of.

“I’m sorry about that night,” his voice was somehow even quieter. Maybe Aaron wouldn’t hear him over the waves. “I should have locked the door, I shouldn’t have acted like that with you, I—“ he cheeks were burning again, the heat traveling up to his ears, making even his eyes feel warm and like tears could form at any second. He felt embarrassed and ashamed, two things he so rarely felt. But they were overtaking him. Ebbing and flowing so hard in his veins, making his hands shake.

“I didn’t—I don’t know why— I just—“ what was he even saying. What was he even thinking? He just felt all those feelings he’d kept locked so deep inside his chest.

Like the frustration and repression were dancing on his ribs, a push and pull of both building higher and higher.

“Aaron…” he said, finally turning to his bandmate. His roommate. His friend. And the second their eyes met, the demons won.

Like he was drowning and Aaron was the life ring, he grabbed his shoulders. He just looked at him for a moment, a little manic and panicked. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something but the words didn’t come. He couldn’t bring himself to say any of it, despite it feeling like something was trying to pull them out of him.

Instead, he pulled him closer, their lips crashing like the waves on the shore. He didn’t hold him tight; Aaron could easily pull away. But he kissed him fast and desperate and messy. The whole time his face felt hotter and hotter, all those feelings boiling higher.

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Aaron hadn't brought up Linnet to talk about this shit again. Right?

Right. Of course. He hated talking about this type of shit-- getting into people's feelings and their apologies. He was goddamn sorry too, okay, he should have knocked. But there was no reason to go back to that day. He did not want to go back to that day. He should have never said Linnet's name-- so why did he?

The creature instead him had its many tentacles stretched out in all directions and he could picture it grinning in his head. Which was a weird thing to picture, because he didn't think the creature actually had a form beyond the few times it commandeered his reflection and made him see even more fucked up shit. But he knew it was grinning anyway, and he felt his stomach drop.

Why did Aaron bring up Linnet?

Maybe he didn't. Maybe the creature--

And now here Aaron T was getting upset and all Aaron Z wanted to do was to shut him up. Don't talk about it. Don't think about it. Stop, he thought desperately, and yet, the more he hated each guilt-ridden word that dripped from T's mouth, the closer the image got, until it was filling his own brain: Linnet on T's lap, but T's eyes looking straight at him, looking at him the exact same way he looked at him on New Year's Eve.

Aaron didn't want that either.

But his body felt hot. His blood stirred. His throat went dry, and the demon had one of its tentacles in his throat, and he wanted it to go away, and he knew what was gonna make it go away--

When T grabbed him, he saw the reflection of himself in T's dark eyes-- his confusion, his desire, the thing he wanted to do that day when Aaron came into the room.

Aaron knew that T was gonna kiss him. He knew it. He knew it and he knew that he could pull away if he wanted, before this fucked-up shit happened again. He had been drinking tonight and so had T, but he wasn't as drunk as New Year's. He should pull away and walk straight into the ocean to cool himself off.

But he didn't. He let Aaron T crush their lips together. Because it was gonna be easier than everything else going on in his head tonight. He didn't wanna deal with it.

So: kissing. T kissed him, desperate, and Z kissed him back, letting his mouth fall open so he could lick into his roommate's mouth. He grabbed the back of T's neck so he couldn't pull away. Not that he was going to, but it felt important after T had grabbed his shoulders. Like when they were at the gym, pushing each other to do an extra rep or some shit. Aaron didn't wanna be the only one pushed around. He wanted to push Aaron T back.

And his mouth commanded the same thing. The kiss was hard, bruising-- Aaron Z biting down into T's lip.

He was already hard too, his cock thick between his legs. He wasn't sure if it was the kiss, though-- because the creature just kept playing the same image of Aaron T and Linnet in his head, and it was making him horny as hell, in the most fucked-up way possible. He grabbed at T's wrist and pulled his hand toward his crotch.

"Jerk me off," he panted into his mouth. "I know you want to."

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He waited for Aaron to shove him away. He expected it. Some twisted up little part of him wanted it. Because that would have been easy. Z would shove him away, tell him to fuck off or make some comment about Linnet or call him stupid and then T would know he was in the wrong. He would know that his feelings were weird and he could chalk this up to just being some way he got when he was drunk.

But Z didn’t push him away. He didn’t even break the kiss. Instead he pulled him closer, keeping T from pulling away. Like he wanted this too. Did he want this? Had he?

He remembered their eyes locking across their room. A moment that should have never happened. He should have locked the door. Aaron should have knocked. He should have never had Linnet there in the first place. Whatever reason, whatever excuse he wanted to make up, it didn’t matter. It happened, just like New Year’s, just like the bonfire. It happened and it was all Aaron could think about any time he tried to slip away into a moment of quiet dark. Any time he wanted to feel something.

Any time he and Linnet did more than just kiss. Any time he was frustrated and uncomfortable and couldn’t sleep.

He didn’t need to think about any of that now. Not as Aaron’s tongue dipped into his mouth, not as they shifted closer and kissed each other deeper. T’s tongue danced around his, his heart beating faster as the blush spread down his neck. He could feel it burning in his shoulders. There was that pull in his abdomen as his cock hardened.

Z kissed him hard, in a commanding sort of way that made him feel small. A heavy breath fell from him as Aaron bit his lip.

He sucked on Aaron’s lip in return, images in his mind replaying over and over. Not just of him and Aaron, but of him and Linnet. How knotted his stomach felt when they kissed, how frustrated he grew because it should just feel like this when he kissed her. But it didn’t. It never did. He kept seeing Z’s dark eyes across the room, and that moment before the shock and embarrassment took them both over, where they both were staring at each other.

When Z grabbed his wrist, Aaron broke the kiss, the seal popping for one moment. He was worried the bubble would be burst and those feelings of shame would over take them both and they’d go back to pretending none of this happened. Instead, he brought his hand to his cock.

Aaron’s whole body burned, his ears ringing at Z’s command.

I know you want to.

How long had he wanted to? How long had Z known he wanted to.

He palmed the outline of Z’s dick, running his hand over the length as he breathed against his mouth. He stroked him a few times, the heat and weight of him in his hand feeling so strange yet so right. Aaron glanced down between them briefly as he brought his hand to the waistband of Z’s shorts. Then he let their eyes lock again as he stuck his hand into his pants.

Aaron was right, he did want this. He wanted this after the bonfire. He wanted this in the VIP room on new years. He wanted this when he had his hand up Linnet’s skirt.

But he also wanted more.

He shifted closer, using his free hand to grab one of Z’s, doing the same and guiding his palm to his crotch.

He didn’t have the confidence to tell Z that he knew he wanted to as well. Because he didn’t know. He never knew. So instead of saying anything, he moved his mouth to his neck, kissing hard down the side of his throat and his fist jacked over his roommate’s erection. He didn’t know if the roaring in his head was his heart or the ocean.

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When in Greece - Spring Break 2026 || Squaaron

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He made a face, shocked and offended that he’d do that. “C’mon man, those overalls haven’t done shit to you. They’re innocent!” He played along, nudging Aaron in return.

When he nudged him, though, his shoulder stayed pressed to Z’s. Like their biceps were magnets. Stuck together for just a moment before T remembered magnets usually repel each other so he leaned away again, not taking his eyes off the waves.

He didn’t know what to say. There were lots of things to say, lots of times that they never discussed like they should. So many things left unsaid and unresolved. None of them felt right to bring up right now though. They would just make this situation weird.

But the silence felt even more weird.

"Are you having a good time here?" he asked, glancing over at Aaron. "Are... are you glad you came along?"

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Totally normal question to ask.

But it was too sincere-- Aaron didn't wanna get honest or deep. That hermit crab feeling rolled over him, like the tide rolling over the shore, climbing closer to his bare toes with each wave. He felt the lump in his throat-- if you could take out that lump and crack it like an egg, the truth would come spilling out, and it would sound something like

Bro, I don't belong here.

Obviously, he wasn't gonna say that. He swallowed the lump and shrugged, knocking off all the other true things he was not gonna goddamn say, you couldn't pay him to. Though the lump just came back, and he realized it was the demon-- wriggling around inside.

His chest got tight, too. Like it always did when he felt that thing assert itself. Don't, he thought, feeling slightly panicked, though on the outside it didn't look it.

I can make it easier, whispered the demon.

Don't. He thought it harder. Like scolding a misbehaving dog.

"Yeah, it's chill. You, too, right? You and Linnet?" He said that girl's name like it was a shield, wanting to talk about anyone else but him.

But the name conjured something else: a flash of Linnet and Aaron making out on T's bed. The demon projected it toward Aaron T too, not that Aaron Z had any idea.

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[nobody-like-aaron-t]

Z saying Linnet’s name felt like a slap for some reason. He didn’t know why. It wasn’t like he said it in any particular way.

But as soon as he did, Aaron was back in their room, Linnet on top of him, kissing his neck and moaning in his ear as his eyes met Aaron’s across their bedroom. His own demon twisted in his chest, his heartbeat irregular.

He and Linnet had continued. They’d gone further, they did more. Z didn’t come back to the room that night. It wasn’t probably for the best he didn’t.

It was all fine. It felt fine.

When he thought about the moment with Aaron in there that’s when he felt something. That burning in his stomach, the heat in his cheeks.

“Yeah,” he said softly, guilt and frustration building in his stomach, rolling around like the waves in front of them. “It’s… been nice.” It was quiet for a moment. Aaron’s stomach hurt the more he thought about all of this. But he couldn’t stop. He was plunging deeper and deeper into those thoughts and feelings. And lack there of.

“I’m sorry about that night,” his voice was somehow even quieter. Maybe Aaron wouldn’t hear him over the waves. “I should have locked the door, I shouldn’t have acted like that with you, I—“ he cheeks were burning again, the heat traveling up to his ears, making even his eyes feel warm and like tears could form at any second. He felt embarrassed and ashamed, two things he so rarely felt. But they were overtaking him. Ebbing and flowing so hard in his veins, making his hands shake.

“I didn’t—I don’t know why— I just—“ what was he even saying. What was he even thinking? He just felt all those feelings he’d kept locked so deep inside his chest.

Like the frustration and repression were dancing on his ribs, a push and pull of both building higher and higher.

“Aaron…” he said, finally turning to his bandmate. His roommate. His friend. And the second their eyes met, the demons won.

Like he was drowning and Aaron was the life ring, he grabbed his shoulders. He just looked at him for a moment, a little manic and panicked. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something but the words didn’t come. He couldn’t bring himself to say any of it, despite it feeling like something was trying to pull them out of him.

Instead, he pulled him closer, their lips crashing like the waves on the shore. He didn’t hold him tight; Aaron could easily pull away. But he kissed him fast and desperate and messy. The whole time his face felt hotter and hotter, all those feelings boiling higher.

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When in Greece - Spring Break 2026 || Squaaron

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We're nobodies that got to film a music video in Mykonos. That's worth something, right?

Yeah-- he'd be one ungrateful motherfucker if he said it meant nothing, huh? Hearing Aaron T say it like that reminded Aaron of how batshit crazy his life looked right now. A year ago, he'd been on his grandfather's fishing ship, hauling nets. The smell of fish had permeated so deeply into his skin that it didn't matter how much soap he used in the shower-- it followed him wherever he went, like a stench cloud in a cartoon. Even now, months later, there were random moments where Aaron caught a whiff of North Atlantic salmon, and he had to sniff himself, scared that someone could smell it too. Like that was gonna break the boy band illusion.

All in his head. But he was always in his head; that was the real goddamn curse, rather than the demon slithering around his veins.

Like now-- feeling guilty and detached and like a hermit crab wanting to burrow deep in the sand, while Aaron T got all sweet and sincere with him, those big brown eyes soft as a puppy's.

Goddamn, don't kick the puppy, he scolded himself.

So he focused instead on jokes. Jokes were safe. This was both his favorite and least favorite thing about T-- he was always joking, even when it was goddamn annoying, but at least right now, it made it easier.

"Yeah, goddamn right," he said. He glanced at T, that honey-sweet smile of his making Aaron smirk a little in return. "I would've burned half your clothes, man, only way to purify the place." He gave T a small, playful shove. Like puppies did-- see, Aaron could play too.

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He made a face, shocked and offended that he’d do that. “C’mon man, those overalls haven’t done shit to you. They’re innocent!” He played along, nudging Aaron in return.

When he nudged him, though, his shoulder stayed pressed to Z’s. Like their biceps were magnets. Stuck together for just a moment before T remembered magnets usually repel each other so he leaned away again, not taking his eyes off the waves.

He didn’t know what to say. There were lots of things to say, lots of times that they never discussed like they should. So many things left unsaid and unresolved. None of them felt right to bring up right now though. They would just make this situation weird.

But the silence felt even more weird.

"Are you having a good time here?" he asked, glancing over at Aaron. "Are... are you glad you came along?"

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When in Greece - Spring Break 2026 || Squaaron

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You know, funnily enough, these last couple of days were the least time he'd ever spent alone with T.

Normally, they were roommates. Obviously. He began and ended his day with this guy on the other side of the room. T had become like...wallpaper or like his bedding. You know? Except the past few days, T was in some other suite entirely and Aaron was in a goddamn bunkbed and he had a brand new bunk mate and he didn't recognize anything: not the wallpaper, not the bedding, not the faces in the morning. He'd only actually seen T at the music video shoots because otherwise, he was out-- doing the beach clean up and partying it up.

It was weird-- and it struck Aaron right this second that it was one of those things that had felt off since he got to this island. Now, with T sitting down next to him, it reminded Aaron of how goddamn far he was from home.

Or...their room in Swynlake.

Was that his home now?

This was the kind of bullshit that was spinning in Aaron's brain while T rambled about who knows what. Aaron clued into the very end, realizing that T was trying to celebrate with him, only Aaron wasn't feeling very celebratory.

"I guess," said Aaron. He shrugged. "I dunno though man, I don't think that means we've made it. Pretty sure we're still nobodies."

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It was kind of nice to just sit by Aaron. It made him feel like things were normal.

When they'd first got here and Aaron T. was separate from all the other members, it felt weird. It felt even weirder learning that the others at least had each other. It let that nagging feeling slip back into his mind, chomping at the gray matter in his head. Tae had Jesse, Aaron had Robaire. And T... was here too.

Deep down he knew that wasn't true, he knew they all had each other, but sometimes... Sometimes the thoughts were louder than the truth.

T shrugged a shoulder. "Yeah, I guess. But it means we're actually doing the thing and not just twiddling our thumbs, right? Like, even if we're still nobodies, we're nobodies that got to film a music video in Mykonos. That's worth something, right? Even just to us?"

He shifted, looking down at his hands. He shuffled his feet in the sand.

His stomach felt strange. Maybe he hadn't had enough to eat before pregaming. Or maybe it was the scent of Z's deodorant or aftershave or whatever he used wafting toward him in the breeze. Something made his gut bubble.

"And I'm grateful we got the okay to do the music video here," T said, still looking at his hands. "That's what got you on this trip, right? Just... I dunno, it wouldn't've been the same without you." He glanced over to his roommate for a moment, a bit of sincerity in his eyes. He blinked quickly, putting on a cheesy grin. "Sorry you didn't get a week of having the house to yourself, though. I bet we would've come back and that thing would've been military grade clean, huh?"

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NAME: Taron Aihirii SPECIES: Human PARTNER: Z’aaron OCCUPATION: dragon rider BIOGRAPHY:

Taron always wanted to be a dragon rider. It was a dream he had from a young age. It was also an expectation placed upon him to carry on the family’s legacy.

When the time came to find his dragon, he was nervous that none would choose him. It took a while of wandering but he finally found an egg that seemed to call out to him, a dusty colored thing that almost looked like a rock. It didn’t hatch right away, he sat there with it for a long time, feeling it stir. Eventually, it started to crack.

It was the most patient Taron had ever been in his life. And every second was worth it when his dragon finally tumbled into his arms.

He and Z’aaron balanced each other well, Taron being the one to encourage them to do new things, Z’aaron being the voice of reason to keep him from doing anything too rash.

When he heard about the brightsteel competition, he had begged Z’aaron to compete. His dragon stood firm that there was something he didn’t trust about all of this. They compromised on at least going to watch. But it didn’t stop Z’aaron from keeping his head on a swivel the whole time.

Taron is just excited to see it all and meet all sorts of new people. He hopes he can get his dragon to enjoy himself as well and that he’s wrong in all his paranoia. Partially because Z’aaron also deserves to have fun, but mostly because there is a nagging feeling that the dragon might be right and something dark is looming over this event.

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When in Greece - Spring Break 2026 || Squaaron

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Things had been good, really good, really really good, until they weren't.

And here was Aaron's not-so-secret secret-- he'd always been like that, even before he got some nasty little earworm from hell. He'd be at a party, bumping to music or talking to a cute girl, and then some switch would turn off, his energy tanking. He'd feel like someone else took over. Like his mouth and hands didn't match what he really wanted to say, and that half the time, what he really wanted to say was: fuck, I wanna go home.

He could fix it a lot of the time if he stepped away. Found himself a different corner, had a smoke, stared at a wall. He figured something was broken in his brain that made it impossible for him to talk to other people during those moments, like he was a computer slow to reboot.

It happened tonight, only when he stepped away, he wasn't alone. He hadn't been alone since July. And so he couldn't just take a piss and then close his eyes in a bathroom stall. He had to walk, and keep walking, till he was on the beach, praying the waves might drown out the earworm--

You don't belong here.

You never will.

The salty sea air stung at his eyes as he stared out at the ocean waves. He didn't hear Aaron T approach until he was already there, plopping down next to him.

"Hm?" said Aaron Z. "Uh-- yeah. Just. Wanted air."

Another question bubbled to his lips. Robaire sent you? But the answer was probably yes, and the only reason Robaire wasn't here was probably because he'd run into everyone else, and he had April wrapped around one arm, or he was chatting with Luca, or having a dance-off with Mushu.

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"Ah," Aaron nodded. Air. There was plenty of that out here. Maybe he should have taken the hint and left but he... didn't. "Yeah, I kinda needed a breather too." Aaron didn't usually need breaks from the party. He loved being in the middle of a room pumped full of energy and laughter and drinks.

He'd spent most of his time on this trip doing that. Living every moment to the most exciting he could. And tonight, after the music video, it was like it all caught up. He just needed a moment to not be Aaron T, being loud and bouncing off the walls.

Sometimes he just wanted to be Aaron again.

"The others are going out to some club again," he said, looking out at the waves. "I um, I didn't want you to think we left you behind or anything." He fell quiet again, watching the inky water ripple under the moonlight. He twisted the ring on his finger.

"Did you ever think we'd be here?" he asked. "Like... I know Dick made promises that we'd be big, but we just filmed an on location music video. That's... that's fuckin' wild, huh?"

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When in Greece - Spring Break 2026 || Squaaron

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They'd done it. They'd filmed a motherfucking music video. And, honestly, Aaron felt like it turned out pretty well. So of course, they were all celebrating. They'd pregamed at the hotel and were all a good bit buzzed when they started heading out to some of the clubs with others on the trip.

He didn't remember what made him start looking for Z. But he quickly realized he wasn't with the group. Someone thankfully mentioned that they'd heard him say something about going down to the beach, so Aaron had a starting point.

There was a moment he thought he should just leave him to have a moment alone, but something in his gut twisted at the thought of following the others to barhop around mykonos and leaving Aaron Z alone on the beach.

"Hey," he said when he finally came across his roommate sitting in the sand, the cool breeze off the water making his shirt billow ever so slightly. He sat beside him, not too close. "You, um... you good?"

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