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Hello i’m back again with this multi-muse blog. i’ve got new muses i’m exclusively using for now. recently i’ve been interested in more thought out and developed plots so always feel free to hmu, though i will admit to being selective about who i write with these days cause i work full time and don’t always have time. all muses identify as men and gay.
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Jax couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him. One of those quiet laughs that slipped out before he could stop it. “You really have no idea, do you?” He shook his head as he set the scallions down and started opening cabinets. Every shelf was organized. Every spice alphabetized. Matching glass containers, even the oils seemed to be arranged by type. He shook his head in disbelief, “I think your grocery person might love you a little.” His fingers skimmed over jars until he found sesame oil, then soy sauce. Perfect. At Jiho’s question, Jax glanced over his shoulder with a sly smile. “I cook as needed really.” He shrugged “My mom worked a lot when I was growing up.” Jax didn’t know why he was sharing so much. “So I learned pretty young. Started with boxed mac and cheese.” He snorted. “Burned it somehow. Still don’t know how.” He pulled chicken from the refrigerator, setting it on the counter before reaching for garlic “Eventually I got better. Jax zoned out for a couple of beats prepping what was in front of him. “I actually like it,” he admitted. “It’s one of the few things nobody expects from me.” He glanced sideways at Jiho with an amused smile. “People assume because I’m… well…” He gestured vaguely toward himself. “That I either live off takeout or survive exclusively on protein shakes and expensive coffee.” His nose wrinkled dramatically. “I don’t even like protein shakes.”
Setting a cutting board on the island, he picked up a chef’s knife. Jiho was right, mostly men did buy him dinner on the nights he didn’t feel like cooking. But hearing the other say it twisting something in his stomach he didn’t like. “So no,” he continued. “People do buy me dinner sometimes.” His smile turned crooked.“But that’s different.” The knife began moving with practiced confidence. He started with the garlic, getting into a grove before speaking again. “When someone buys me dinner it’s not just dinner” He shrugged, but his shoulder became tight. “It’s transactional.” His eyes lifted to Jiho. His mind was screaming for him to be quiet. To hold his mask of being luring and sexual. But, Jiho was looking for a relationship, fake or not and this felt, real? “But cooking for someone…” His voice quieted. “That’s personal.” He smiled to himself. “I get to pay attention.” He reached for a bell pepper, turning it in his hand. “I notice if you pick the mushrooms out…or if you always eat the broccoli first.” Jax grinned wide now, “You learn people…and well…I like learning people.” He continued to absently cut, soon the pepper joined the growing pile of vegetables, every cut clean enough that it looked almost effortless. Then he paused. He looked back toward Jiho, leaning lightly against the counter with the knife resting harmlessly on the board. “…Can I ask you something?” There wasn’t pressure in his voice. Only curiosity. “Do I make you nervous?” Jax wiped his hands on the kitchen towel hanging from the stove.
When the other laughed, he felt his cheeks burn. It was embarrassment, but not shame. It felt casual. Nice. He liked that they could joke and laugh. "Hardly. I just pay them exceptionally well. I've found that generosity often leads to good things. He watched the other with a small smile. "That must have been lonely. But you seem like the kind of person who had all kind of friends. You're... you're very charming." He didn't know why the other was so open to sharing, but Jiho liked it. He enjoyed learning more about Jax. His life was so different from Jiho's, but that only managed to interest the CEO even more. He noted the change in the other's tone, feeling suddenly embarrassed about his comment. He hadn't meant anything by it, but then it wouldn't be his first time failing to understand basic social etiquette. "I'm sorry. I didn't... I wasn't trying to suggest anything. I didn't mean clients. I just meant that you're very handsome. I imagine guys are throwing themselves at you." Of course even then, wasn't that just as transactional? People would take Jax to dinner and expect something in return? Was that not exactly what he had done? He wondered how Jax saw him. Was he was any different from all those other people?
Jiho continued listening to Jax, trying his best to understand. He never would have thought about cooking as something intimate before Jax's explanation. But the way the other described it, he understood why he called it personal. The other's question surprised him. He paused and took a moment to consider his answer before nodding his head. "Yeah." There was a small pause before he continued. "But also, you make me happy. I know we've seen very little of each other, but being around you... it feels comforting. But at the same time just being with you... it could ruin my life. My family would turn on me in an instant and... I don't know. For all the money and power that I wield, I often feel powerless." He had thought hiring Jax as a companion might provide him some sense of control, but he already could tell that plan had failed. He barely knew Jax and was already at his mercy. "Is it that obvious?"
jesse hadn't actually expected kevin to agree. for a moment, he just looked at him, almost as if he needed to make sure he'd heard kevin correctly. he had been prepared for kevin to stay in the car, maybe insisting that he didn't want to interrupt or make things awkward, and honestly, jesse would've understood. it was probably the easier choice. less complicated. less risk of kevin having to stand out there and watch the same friendly interactions that had caused so much tension earlier in the night. but instead, kevin had decided to come with him. and despite himself, a small smile tugged at jesse's lips. he had a pretty good idea why. maybe kevin wanted to put a face to the person he'd spent the entire night worrying about. maybe he wanted the reassurance that there was nothing between them beyond acting and friendship. or maybe, in his own quiet way, this was kevin reminding himself that jesse wasn't someone who was slipping away from him. that even if nobody esle knew what they were, jesse had still chosen him. jesse couldn't blame him for that. "okay," he murmured, amusement softening his expression as he stepped out of the car. "i wasn't expecting you to actually say yes." he didn't tease him for it, though. there was no judgment in his voice, only a fond understanding as he locked the car behind them. his fingers brushed against kevin's briefly as they started toward the entrance, the tough lingering for just a second before he reluctantly let go. not because he wanted to, but because old habits and constant caution had become second nature by now. there were cameras around the building. there were people who could recognize them. there were too many things that could go wrong if they forgot themselves for even a moment. but the brief contact was enough. by the time they reached the entrance, dayoung had already noticed them. the moment recognition crossed her face, her shoulders visibly relaxed, and before jesse could even say anything, she was hurrying toward them. "oppa!" the familiar name came with the same bright energy she always carried on set, and jesse barely had time to react before she was reaching for his arm, holding onto him as if she had been stranded outside for hours instead of a matter of minutes. "i thought i was going to be stuck out here forever," she complained, a small pout forming as she looked up at him. "do you know how many things i was thinking about. i was already trying to figure out who i could call."
jesse couldn't help the quiet laugh that escaped him. he knew she was exaggerating. he also knew that was just how dayoung was, always dramatic in a way that made it difficult not to smile. "i'm sorry," he said lifting the keys slightly between them. "i swear i checked." which was technically true, he just hadn't checked the first time around. "apparently they were hiding in the one place i didn't look properly. as he spoke, he felt dayoung's attention shift away from him. it took him a second to realize she was no longer looking at the keys, but at the person standing just behind him. "oh," she said, her expression changing slightly as she looked toward kevin. her gaze lingered for a second, taking him in before flicking back to jesse "who's this? is he your assistant?" the question was asked casually enough, almost like she genuinely didn't realize how it sounded, but there was still something about the assumption that made jesse's brows lift slightly. maybe it was because of the way she immediately categorized someone standing beside him. maybe it was because she hadn't even considered another possibility.
for the briefest second, jesse hesitated. not because he didn't know what to say, but because there was no easy answer. kevin was his boyfriend. the person he loved. the person who had spent the entire night worrying because of something that wasn't even real. but saying that out loud wasn't an option. not here. not when his entire career depended on keeping that part of himself hidden. so instead, jesse turned slightly toward kevin and gave him a small smile. "no," jesse said easily, a small shake of his head accompanying the answer. "he's not my assistant." he gave a small laugh before his attention turned back to dayoung. "this is kevin. we were together when you texted me," he added, gesturing vaguely toward the car. "i think that's probably why i missed the keys the first time. i was a little distracted and thought i checked everywhere." another lie but at least this one was closer to the truth. his attention turned back to kevin, a warm smile spreading. "kevin ... dayoung," his hand lifted to gesture towards the younger woman who immediately offered her own hand to shake.
Kevin noticed the other's surprise and suddenly felt embarrassed. Should he have said no to coming along? But then Jesse was smiling warmly and it started to make him feel better. It was so strange being in this kind of position. It was hard to know how to act, but Kevin was trying his best to find some sense of normalcy. Maybe the problem had always been the distance between his and Jesse's worlds. Surely if he met Jesse's costar and saw that there was nothing between them, that would make the voices in his head quiet down, right? It seemed like his best chance to try and be a normal boyfriend. Following the other, Kevin quickly got out of the car and gave a small laugh. "Yeah, that's fair. I wasn't expecting me to say yes either. I just thought... I don't actually know what I thought. I guess I just don't want to be away from you right now." God, that must have sounded so cheesy. The feeling of the other's hand against his own, even for just a second, sent shivers down his spine. It was maybe the closest they had ever gotten to holding hands in public. He was about to say something about it when he heard a woman calling out. He glanced up, noticing the way she immediately reached for Jesse and was touching him. Kevin knew he was stupid, but almost immediately he felt annoyed. It was like he wasn't even there. Made to feel completely invisible next to his own boyfriend. It was humiliating. When the attention did finally shift to him, Kevin stood up a little straighter. He was trying to figure out how to introduce himself when she asked if he was an assistant. Yeah, that would make sense. Why else would Jesse be with another guy this late at night? He tried not to let the question get to him, but he could already feel himself deflating. Still, he did his best to keep an easy smile, reaching out to take her hand. "Hi. Sorry about that. I can be a bit distracting at times. I tend to ask for a lot of attention." He tried to keep it light and casual, making an easy self-deprecating joke. He wasn't sure how else to respond. "Sorry." For all the talk of Jesse telling him to not apologize, he couldn't help himself. "I'm... I'll go wait in the car." He glanced over at Jesse, regretting his choice to tag along already. Looking back at the actress, he gave another small nod. "Nice to meet you, Dayoung." With that he quickly retreated, heading back to the car. He knew he shouldn't be upset. She didn't mean anything by her question. But that didn't make it any easier to stomach. No, it only made it all the more painful just how reasonable her question was. For most people it was easier to see him as an assistant rather than to ever think he could be anything more to Jesse. Kevin tried his best not to dwell on her comment. He didn't want to let it ruin his mood or the mood of the night.
Neither of them seemed to properly listen, misunderstanding anything they said. And Junghwa was feeling honestly stressed by all this. He didn't know what else to say, because Minseok turned his words into whatever anyways. And maybe he was also just not used to not get the things he wanted, because he was a spoiled guy, emotionally and romantically starved but still spoiled. It seemed to go in circles.. "No you're not listening!" Junghwa fired back. "You act like I lie. Like I am not honest about what I feel because you think I am too drunk." He shook his head, looking away from his friend. "And yes, what am I supposed to think when the only reaction I get to my confession is tears and telling me to shut up and wait until I am sober. You're not even happy? You look miserable, like.. like I was slaughtering a kitten instead of telling you that I love you."
He rubbed a hand over his face, letting out a deep frustrated groan. "Hate is the fricking opposite of what I feel for you. Which you would understand if you were like.. listening." Junghwa was laying back on the couch, gaze slowly wandering up to the ceiling. His arms crossed over his chest, to shield himself, lips pressed together so he wouldn't say more. Because it didn't matter anything. His words had no weight or meaning, he didn't have an opinion nor feelings because he was drunk. That was what Minseok showed him clearly. You're just buying time. You want to reject me when I am sober. That was what he wanted to say but he just didn't. "You can forget it, that I confessed if that's better for you." He mumbled, eyes closed now. He was just.. hoping for time to go by faster, just so the awkwardness would leave together with Minseok. "Is not like I wanted to ruin our friendships. I guess I was just hoping you were feeling the same way. But I can go back to hiding it, worked the whole time."
Minseok ducked his head as the other snapped at him. He rubbed his arm gently, not sure if he should say anything else. It felt like everything he said just made it worse. The more that Junghwa continued, the more he shrunk in on himself. He wanted to run away. To leave and pretend tonight had never happened, that he hadn't somehow managed to fuck up the most important friendship in his life, but he couldn't. He wouldn't just leave the other on his own, especially when he had already ordered him food. So instead he just sat with his head down, trying his best not to cry. Crying just seemed to piss off Junghwa more and that was the last thing he wanted. Getting a text that the food had arrived, Minseok quickly got up to get it, bringing it back and setting it on the table for Junghwa. "You should eat."
After a few more minutes of silence, Minseok finally spoke up. His voice came out low and timid, terrified that he might say something else to set the other off. "I don't... It's not like I want you to have to hide anything. I just... I wanted to wait until morning to talk about this. I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to ruin tonight or your confession or anything. I didn't mean to upset you. I... I just..." He was staring down at his lap where he was nervously picking at his fingernails. "I'm sorry." That was all he could manage to say. He felt exhausted from all the fighting and was trying his best to not start anything more. He desperately hoped that if they could make it through the night that tomorrow they could just talk about it and maybe then he'd be able to believe it. But he was also preparing for Junghwa to tell him to leave. To never want to see him again. Minseok was used to people getting tired of him and leaving. He had hoped that maybe Junghwa wouldn't, but with how tonight had gone and just how mad he had made the other, Minseok was starting to doubt that. Even if Junghwa had liked Minseok before, how could he still feel the same after Minseok had ruined the whole night? "I can sleep on the couch if you'd like. Or if you... If you want me gone I can go... but I really do think it's better if I stay. Just in case."
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thanks to the little bit of eavesdropping from earlier, he knew that star had already been stretched open that morning. so, when he saw star lay down on the bed, it didn't take long for him to strip from his own clothing. "i'm not going to hold back like i did with giacomo here." to prove his point, he crawled up on the bed and moved his left hand up to wrap around star's neck. he gently squeezed his throat while his right hand guided the tip of his cock over to his cunt. "so you better be sure that you can handle me."
Star smirked and tilted his head, back. He felt the grip on his neck and it set a shiver down his spine. "Rough me up, baby. I don't want you to hold back. Ruin me." He leaned forward into the hand, whimpering softly as he felt the palm against his neck. He reached out, his fingers gripping at the other's shirt so that he could tug the other closer. "Please. Need you inside me so bad." He liked the idea that he wouldn't be so gentle with Star. He liked it rough just as much as he liked it slow and loving. That was why having both twins felt so amazing.
if he thought that being scared was fun, then maybe there was a chance he liked the kidnapping. porter tucked that thought to the back of his mind. he nodded slightly as he followed that theory along. "have you watched a lot of horror or do you just think that?" there was a key difference between the two. "horror and action. anything that helps me turn my brain off for the day and isn't too similar to my day-to-day." porter thought about a couple of his favorite movies. "although i'll sit down and watch just about anything."
Porter wasn't too far off with his thoughts. It wasn't that Micah enjoyed getting kidnapped, but he certainly didn't hate it. "Well it sounds like we both like horror. That's good at least." When the other asked if he really did enjoy it, Micah paused. "I've seen a few. I'm not always the best at identifying what I'm feeling. It's like excitement and I get all worked up, but I'm not scared. I'm not sure fun is the right word, but I think it's good enough." He gave a small shrug. "Does that make sense? I'm worried I'm not making any sense." Micah knew he wasn't good at a lot of things when it came to being social, but he was trying his best with Porter.
You don't have to do anything for me that you don't want. Even the domestic stuff. "Jiho," he said softly, waiting until the other's eyes met his. "I want to. That's the whole point." He held his gaze for a long moment, "I'm not going to offer to make you food because I feel obligated. I'm offering because I *want* to feed you. I want to see what you look like when you're relaxed and full and happy." He paused, a small smile tugging at his lips. "And I want to raid that ridiculously stocked kitchen because I'm genuinely curious what a man who hires someone to buy groceries considers an essential pantry item." Jax's smile turned into a full grin as he quickly pecked the man’s cheek. “Do you have any allergies?” Jax cooed, untangling himself from Jiho's arms and rising from the couch. He held out his hand, an invitation. "Come keep me company. You can sit and judge my knife skills." Jax took the other's hand if it was given and raised an eyebrow, leading them toward the kitchen. "Can you cook?"
The kitchen was everything Jax had expected, sleek, modern, clearly designed by someone with more money than neeed. Marble countertops, professional-grade appliances, a row of copper pots hanging above an island that could seat six. But when he opened the fridge, he had to stop and stare. It was stocked with care. Rows of fresh vegetables, neatly organized. Glass bottles of organic juices. A section of high-end cheeses. Ingredients that looked like they belonged in a cooking magazine spread. "Jesus Christ," Jax muttered, pulling out a bundle of scallions. "This is intimidating."
Jiho listened to the other's words and gave a small nod. It felt strange to hear that Jax would want to do any of this for him, but he wanted to believe it. "Okay. I get it. I'll stop being so nervous then. I just wanted to make sure that you're enjoying this as much as I am." He was happy to see Jax smile and quickly got up to follow the other. He walked after the other man, heading towards the kitchen. "No allergies. I'm pretty lucky that way. I've always been able to eat pretty much anything I wanted without issue. Even stuff like spiciness doesn't really bother me." He had always been a relatively easy person to get along with. He could eat anything and he was good at picking up whatever hobbies his friends had. He liked to be easy. The last thing Jiho ever wanted was to burden someone with his existence. "Cook? Not really. I mean I can boil noodles and that's about it." He gave a small, sheepish smile at the other.
Sitting at the island in the kitchen, Jiho watched the other carefully. He chuckled at his reaction to the filled pantries. "Is it too much? I have it set up so someone will come and fill them weekly. I wasn't sure how much would be too much." He gave a small laugh. "What about you? Do you cook a lot? I imagine people are always trying to buy you meals when you go out, so you probably don't have to if you don't want."
jesse's gaze flicked away from the road long enough to catch the way kevin had turned toward the window, the quiet in the car suddenly feeling different than it had only moments ago. it wasn't awkward, exactly. just heavier. he knew that silence well enough to recognize what was sitting behind it, and by the time kevin spoke, jesse had already guessed where his thoughts had gone. a small shake of his head came before kevin had even finished trying to defend him. "no." his answer was gentle but immediate, leaving no room for argument. "don't do that." his fingers tightened around kevin's where their hands were intertwined, his thumb brushing slowly across the other's knuckles. "i decided to lie." his voice remained calm, matter-of-fact rather than frustrated. "you didn't ask me to. you didn't pressure me into it. i could've come downstairs and checked the car the second she texted me, or i could've just told her i wasn't sure where they were. i had about ten different options." a faint, sheepish smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "instead i apparently chose the one that created extra paperwork for future jesse." a quiet laugh escaped him, more at himself than anything else. "so if i look like an idiot because i overcomplicated something that should've taken thirty seconds ..." he gave kevin's hand another gentle squeeze before glancing over at him again. "that's on me. i'm a grown man. i don't get to blame my own decisions on my boyfriend just because he happens to be very distracting." the teasing note at the end was deliberate, offered with an easy smile that softened everything proceeding it. he wanted kevin to hear the joke for what it was: permission to stop carrying the weight of something jesse had never placed on his shoulders in the first place. his smile only warmed when kevin admitted he wanted breakfast food. "breakfast for dinner?" jesse echoed. "i can absolutely get behind that." his brows lifted thoughtfully as his attention returned to the road. then kevin apologized, jesse's smile softened as kevin's lips brushed against the back of his hand. "you're forgiven," he murmured, the words carrying more affection than amusement. "not that there was much to forgive in the first place." the rest of the drive passed comfortably, conversation drifting toward breakfast food as the city lights slipped by outside the windows. it didn't take long before they pulled up to the familiar apartment complex, the glow from the entrance spilling out across the sidewalk. sure enough, a lone figure stood just outside the front doors with her arms folded tightly against the night air, shifting her weight from one foot to the other while periodically glancing down the street. "there she is," jesse said, easing the car toward the curb. he pulled to a stop a few feet away, putting the car in park before reaching for the key ring resting in the center console. though the windshield, he could already see dayoung looking up, her expression changing almost immediately as she realized it was him. before opening the door, he turned back toward kevin. "you wanna come with me," he asked, lifting the keys slightly between his fingers, "or are you staying in the car?"
Kevin was surprised when the other called him out on his spiraling. It was embarrassing to know that the other could read him so well, but at the same time it felt nice. It felt good to be known. It made him feel loved. "Sorry. I just..." He paused and let out a small laugh. "I don't know know why I'm like this. I know it's silly. Thanks for putting up with me." He gave the other a small smile. He really didn't want to bring down the mood anymore. He felt like he had been doing it all night. Turning back to face the other, Kevin made a note to himself, trying to be more upbeat. He really did want to have a good night with the other. "And for what it's worth, it meant a lot to me. The lying. I know it's kind of silly. Maybe it's even petty. But knowing you'd pick me first really makes me happy." He wasn't sure if he should admit to it so clearly, but if nothing else, Jesse deserved the honesty of how Kevin was feeling. "So basically I'll help with any paperwork that future Jesse has to do. I owe it to him. He winked playfully at the other man. Squeezing the other's hand back, Kevin felt himself start to relax as they talked about dinner. He beamed brightly at the other and leaned across the center, leaning against the other's shoulder. "I want waffles and bacon. I think we have stuff for that at home. It's been forever since I've gotten a chance to cook. I almost never have the time." He spent so much time studying that he barely ever had time to do anything other than work or hanging out with Jesse. Maybe that was part of the problem. He should spend more time finding hobbies. That or getting back into his music. That was what he really wanted, but it felt hard to create when he was always so stressed out. As they finally arrived, Kevin pulled back into his own seat. He saw her and the knot in his stomach grew, but he swallowed down those feelings. Looking over at the other, Kevin tried to figure out if it was better to get out of the car or not. In the end, Kevin gave a small nod. "I'll come." Maybe if he met her, he would see that there was nothing between them. It would help him stop being so jealous if he could just see the two of them being friends. Stepping out of the car, Kevin shoved his hands in his pockets. He trailed after the other, half-hiding behind him. He didn't want either one to feel like he was intruding.
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"Yeah? that must be nice-" He wondered what kind of life this guy lived that he had that much free time. It felt so vastly different to his own. Free time came at the expense of sleep, and he didn't have nearly enough time to lose when it came to sleep. "sounds kind of like a fairy tale, honestly-" he admitted with a small snort, unable to really even picture it. What kind of person would Kai be if he had adequate rest and free time?
His hands wrap around the coffee once it was ready, taking another sip of it. The espresso made it bitter, but it helped keep his brain sharp. Not that it needed to be sharp to catch the others intentions. Lips quirk slightly, head dipping- how fucking bad did he look that the other was offering? Maybe if he looked in a mirror, he'd know but he hadn't been able to face himself in weeks. "Mm."
Taemin nodded his head. He knew how lucky he was to have the free time that he did. Not needing to sleep as much as a normal person made it so much easier for him to find the time to do just about anything he wanted. "I suppose it is." He didn't want to sound like he was bragging or anything like that. He knew how tough life must be for the other and he truly did feel bad. He wished he could do more to cheer the man up, but he had never been the best at social interaction.
He noticed the other's reaction, and suddenly wondered if he had overstepped. He thought about taking it back, but decided to just stay quiet. If he didn't call attention to it, maybe the other would let it go. All Taemin wanted was to help, he just wasn't sure how he would be able to do that. "So uh, what do you do when you're not working?"
Rumbling deep in his chest, Riley let himself be pulled down, hitching Star's legs higher around his waist so his hips could move in a smoother arc, sinking back in to the hilt in his lover's sweet warmth. He returned the hungry kiss with equal fervor, muffling low grunts and sighs of pleasure against Star's plush lips. Yes, this man's body was all his, however he wanted, whenever he wanted. He considered giving Star a key and just... asking him to stay. Keep him in his bed to fuck whenever he needed it, a living fucktoy who moaned so pretty it almost made his knot pop just thinking about it.
His lips broke free of Star's and moved to his throat, mouthing, sucking -- now that they were alone, he was free to mark him up as much as he wanted, and by God, he was going to. Hands slid down, taking hold of Star's thighs and pushing them back, folding him up as the tempo of his hips shifted from smooth thrusts to become harder, slapping against supple thighs as he fucked him hard and deep.
"So fuckin' warm," he hummed, mouth moving to snatch at one nipple, tongue flicking, lips worrying and teasing the nub as he moved. "And mine..."
Star gasped as he felt the other thrusting deep inside of him. He felt the teeth against his neck and let out a small whimper. Taking the other's cock so deep inside of him had his brain completely fried, his body being pushed to its limits in order to take the other. His hands gripped desperately at the other's back, dragging his nails along the other's back to leave long deep scratch marks. Neither one of them was going to make it out of this without being covered in marks.
He shuddered as the other's mouth moved down his body, biting and his nipples. It felt so good, causing Star's eyes to roll back in his head. "All yours! Just use me however you want. I want to be your pretty little fuck toy." It felt so good to be used by Riley. Star could only ever feel this level of bliss when he was with the man. It was yet another reason he so often allowed Riley to do whatever he wanted to him. No matter how it started, it always ended with Star being totally blissed out on the other's cock.
Jax hummed as he felt Jinho’s skin against his back. He practically melted into the touch and purred low into the crook of the other’s neck. He could stay like this forever if he could. Jax was slipping into a comforabilty that he hadn't felt in years when he felt the hand on his back hesitate for just a fraction of a second before resuming its pattern, and he knew. He knew that Jiho had just handed him something fragile and was already trying to take it back. I don't talk to him very much. I suppose I should just get over it. Jax's chest tightened. He felt it, understood it. It was the language of people who'd learned early that their feelings were an inconvenience to others. The language of men who'd been taught that moving on was the only acceptable response to pain. Jax didn't say anything at first. Instead, he shifted, turning so he could look at Jiho properly. The older man's eyes were fixed on the screen, jaw set in that particular way that meant he was holding something back. The city lights painted shadows across his face, catching the slight furrow of his brow, the tight line of his mouth. Jax reached up, his fingers brushing along Jiho's jaw, guiding his gaze away from the movie and back to him. "Hey," he said softly, his thumb tracing the line of Jiho's cheekbone. "You don't have to do that with me. Pretend it doesn't hurt." Jax's voice was gentle, but there was no judgment in it. Just observation. Just understanding. "I've been doing that my whole life. I know what it looks like." Jax pressed a soft kiss to Jiho’s lips, he allowed it to linger for a moment before pulling back, “Let me make you something to eat. I'm getting hungry.”
Jiho was surprised when Jax touched his face and guided his gaze back towards the other. His cheeks turned a deep red, not used to having someone handle him so gently. "I-I..." He wasn't sure how to respond. He hadn't even realized that he was pretending until the other brought it up. Suddenly he felt like a complete fool. Why was be trusting Jax so easily? Why did he allow himself to become so vulnerable so fast? Even worse, he was going to keep letting it happen. He couldn't imagine turning the other away at this point, even if it was the smart thing to do. Kissing the other back, Jiho gave a small nod. "Okay... Food sounds good." There was a small pause before he fully registered what the other had said. "Oh, you don't have to cook if you don't want. I stocked- well I hired someone to stock the fridge and pantry, just in case. But if you'd rather order something we can. I don't... you don't have to do anything for me that you don't want. Even the domestic stuff." He was trying to be easy and relaxed, though his energy right now was closer to a manic nervousness. He was still trying to figure out how to act when it came to the other, constantly worried about saying something that might ruin their night.
even though porter didn't agree with that sentiment, he would let micah have it. "that might change if you fully become one of us." he walked along the path in front of them both, glancing at the other every now and then. "no hot plans? here i was thinking kidnapping you probably took you away from a hot date or something." he chuckled softly, pondering if he was going to stick around or not. "what type of movies do you like to watch?" they might as well get to know each other. "if you have good taste, i'll stick around." porter nudged micah on his side with his elbow, clearly trying to tease him.
Micah gave a small shrug. He couldn't ever imagine himself as someone who could be sexy or attract others. He knew it wasn't worth disagreeing with the other, so he stayed quiet. With a soft laugh, Micah shook his head. "No plans at all." When asked what kind of movie he liked he had to think for a moment. "I... I think I like horror. Being scared is kind of fun." Though it might feel a bit different after what had happened today. Blushing as the other nudged him, Micah looked up with a grin. "What kind do you like?"
the cocky grin seemed to be back and it was plastered on gaetano's face. "i'd only be fun because i'd want to get them hyped up on sugar and then leave them for you and giacomo to deal with." the sugar crash would probably be good for them though. make sure that they knocked out and didn't have to be worried about for a while. "anywhere or just one of your holes?" he wanted to know how far that benefit extended. if his brother would be the only one with that pleasure moving forward. "do you think you can still handle being fucked? if you can, then you might as well lay back down on the bed before i leave."
Star smiled at the other and laughed easily. He reached up, cupping the other's face and pulling him into a soft kiss. "Anywhere. Maybe once me and Giacomo start trying you won't be able to, but for now I want you inside of me wherever you want." taking a few steps back, Star sat on the edge of the bed. He lifted his hips, shimmying down his shorts and underwear. He spread his legs wide, smirking up at the man. "I want to see how you fuck me when it's just the two of us. Want you to ruin me, baby."
jesse didn't take the keys right away. there was a half-second where his expression stayed fixed on them, like if he stared long enough they might somehow rearrange themselves into a different outcome. something simpler. something where he hadn't already committed himself to a lie that now required maintenance. then he exhaled through his nose, slow. "yeah," he said, flatly. it wasn't aimed at kevin. not really. it was aimed at the universe, or maybe at his own impulse to turn a thirty-second inconvenience into a whole production. he finally took the keys, rolling them once around his fingers before letting them drop into his palm. "that's ... great. that's actually⸺" he paused, jaw tightening briefly as if searching for a word that didn't make him sound like an idiot, "perfect." except it wasn't. because now there was no mystery. no harmless misunderstanding., just him, a coworker, and a very unnecessary narrative he had already begun constructing with confidence. without saying anything else, jesse pulled his phone out. the screen lit his face in the dim garage light as he turned it on, thumb already moving before the notifications even finished loading. kevin could probably hear the faint little series of pings as everything rushed in at once. he tilted the screen slightly away out of habit, like secrecy was still part of the performance, then began typing. a beat passed. then another. he stopped, deleted it. typed again. "... i'm about to make this worse," he muttered under his breath, more to himself than kevin. finally, he sent it. his thumb hovered for a second before he immediately opened the thread again, this time reading it out loud with the tone of someone sentencing themselves. "i told her they weren't there and that she should check with someone still on set. she said nobody on set has seem them, they have to be in your car with an angry emoji. so i just said i'm so dumb, i went and checked again and they were there." he stared at it for a moment, then added quietly, "that sounds like i left them there on purpose." before kevin could even respond, his phone buzzed again almost immediately.
hurry, it's cold i think someone is lurking around
jesse sighed heavily as he slipped into the driver's seat, his head immediately tipping back against the headrest, his eyes closing for a second. "food," he said like he was forcibly redirecting his own brain. "what are you in the mood for?" the car came to life with a soft hum, headlights washing over the concrete ahead as he backed out of the space with practiced ease. one hand stayed on the wheel, the other reaching to rest on kevin's thigh as he glanced over to him again. "and don't say anything, i know that's a trap."
Kevin could see the annoyance radiating off of Jesse. The way the other's jaw tightened and the look on his face made it so plainly clear that he wasn't happy. Why would he be? He was being forced to make up lie after lie and it was all his fault. He felt the pit of his stomach drop and he felt like a complete and total asshole. He hadn't meant for the entire night to be ruined by his earlier fit. He stayed quiet at first, not sure what to say. He knew apologizing more wouldn't help and the last thing Jesse needed was for Kevin to make it about himself. So he kept quiet and turned so that he was looking out of the window. "I don't think that's true... I don't think like it sounds like you did it on purpose. I mean maybe you checked and really didn't find them. And when she texted you again you took another look and actually figured out where they were. I don't... That doesn't feel unreasonable to me." His voice was soft, trying to find the reasons why this wasn't as bad as it was. If they could just explain themselves, he knew it would be easier. At least it would make him look bad instead of Jesse. But that simply wasn't possible. They had to keep their relationship a secret. Kevin didn't want to be a stain on Jesse's career, but it did make everything so much harder.
When asked about food, Kevin looked over at Jesse. He reached down, lacing his fingers through the other's. He held Jesse's hand tightly as he tried to think about what he wanted. "Maybe... I kind of want breakfast for dinner. Think we could find any place that's doing that? If not we could go home and I could cook." His thumb was slowly tracing small shapes against the back of the other's hand. There was a small moment of silence before he spoke in a soft, timid voice. "I really am sorry. I was being really selfish earlier. Thanks for being so sweet to me." He gave the other a soft smile. He wanted Jesse to know just how sorry he was and that he meant it. Bringing the other's hand up to his lips, he gently kissed the back.
