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@kaitucker: You put sunglasses on a flower. I would kill and die for you just btw

#insta: zoya #zoya

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@kaitucket: Kinda funny that every time you post you have less and less buttons closed, atta boy!

@profaverylangdon: I assure you it is not intentional. @profaverylangdon: Though, I notice you don't appear to be complaining?

@kaitucker: Oh noooooo :( a sweaty chest :( where do I file my complaint? (Asking you cause you’re always complaining so I figure you’d know)

@profaverylangdon: You're so confusing.

@kaitucker: ❓❓❓❓❓

@profaverylangdon: Right back at you, Dimples.

@kaitucker: Oh, but I’MMM the confusing one

@kaitucker: What am I meant to call you? Tits?

@profaverylangdon: I don't think my chest is my most notable feature. [several minutes later] @profaverylangdon: Oh no. Is it?

@kaitucker: This is entrapment

@profaverylangdon: Ha. I think you and I both know far more about the intricacies of entrapment, Tucker. @profaverylangdon: Stop flirting on my lunch break. I only get 30 minutes.

@kaitucker: Well I’ll just shove my dick back in my pants now that the sexting I was angling for is a no-go. You’re no fun, Tits

@profaverylangdon: The what? @profaverylangdon: Now I'm very confused. [@kaitucker read these messages.] @profaverylangdon: Tucker?

@kaitucker: Don’t you have a lunch break to get to?

@profaverylangdon: You're a nuisnace.

@kaitucker: I know you are, Tits, but what am I?

@profaverylangdon: Are you twelve? @profaverylangdon: Also, stop calling me tits. That's a terrible nickname. @profaverylangdon: Do better.

@kaitucker: Boring!

↳INSTAGRAM: @profaverylangdon posted to their story:

@kaitucket: Kinda funny that every time you post you have less and less buttons closed, atta boy!

@profaverylangdon: I assure you it is not intentional. @profaverylangdon: Though, I notice you don't appear to be complaining?

@kaitucker: Oh noooooo :( a sweaty chest :( where do I file my complaint? (Asking you cause you’re always complaining so I figure you’d know)

@profaverylangdon: You're so confusing.

@kaitucker: ❓❓❓❓❓

@profaverylangdon: Right back at you, Dimples.

@kaitucker: Oh, but I’MMM the confusing one

@kaitucker: What am I meant to call you? Tits?

@profaverylangdon: I don't think my chest is my most notable feature. [several minutes later] @profaverylangdon: Oh no. Is it?

@kaitucker: This is entrapment

@profaverylangdon: Ha. I think you and I both know far more about the intricacies of entrapment, Tucker. @profaverylangdon: Stop flirting on my lunch break. I only get 30 minutes.

@kaitucker: Well I’ll just shove my dick back in my pants now that the sexting I was angling for is a no-go. You’re no fun, Tits

@profaverylangdon: The what? @profaverylangdon: Now I'm very confused. [@kaitucker read these messages.] @profaverylangdon: Tucker?

@kaitucker: Don’t you have a lunch break to get to?

@profaverylangdon: You're a nuisnace.

@kaitucker: I know you are, Tits, but what am I?

↳INSTAGRAM: @profaverylangdon posted to their story:

@kaitucket: Kinda funny that every time you post you have less and less buttons closed, atta boy!

@profaverylangdon: I assure you it is not intentional. @profaverylangdon: Though, I notice you don't appear to be complaining?

@kaitucker: Oh noooooo :( a sweaty chest :( where do I file my complaint? (Asking you cause you’re always complaining so I figure you’d know)

@profaverylangdon: You're so confusing.

@kaitucker: ❓❓❓❓❓

@profaverylangdon: Right back at you, Dimples.

@kaitucker: Oh, but I’MMM the confusing one

@kaitucker: What am I meant to call you? Tits?

@profaverylangdon: I don't think my chest is my most notable feature. [several minutes later] @profaverylangdon: Oh no. Is it?

@kaitucker: This is entrapment

@profaverylangdon: Ha. I think you and I both know far more about the intricacies of entrapment, Tucker. @profaverylangdon: Stop flirting on my lunch break. I only get 30 minutes.

@kaitucker: Well I’ll just shove my dick back in my pants now that the sexting I was angling for is a no-go. You’re no fun, Tits

@profaverylangdon: The what? @profaverylangdon: Now I'm very confused. [@kaitucker read these messages.] @profaverylangdon: Tucker?

@kaitucker: Don’t you have a lunch break to get to?

↳INSTAGRAM: @profaverylangdon posted to their story:

@kaitucket: Kinda funny that every time you post you have less and less buttons closed, atta boy!

@profaverylangdon: I assure you it is not intentional. @profaverylangdon: Though, I notice you don't appear to be complaining?

@kaitucker: Oh noooooo :( a sweaty chest :( where do I file my complaint? (Asking you cause you’re always complaining so I figure you’d know)

@profaverylangdon: You're so confusing.

@kaitucker: ❓❓❓❓❓

@profaverylangdon: Right back at you, Dimples.

@kaitucker: Oh, but I’MMM the confusing one

@kaitucker: What am I meant to call you? Tits?

@profaverylangdon: I don't think my chest is my most notable feature. [several minutes later] @profaverylangdon: Oh no. Is it?

@kaitucker: This is entrapment

@profaverylangdon: Ha. I think you and I both know far more about the intricacies of entrapment, Tucker. @profaverylangdon: Stop flirting on my lunch break. I only get 30 minutes.

#insta: avery #avery #// he’s acting like he’s only joking but we all know his ass is deadly serious

@kaitucker: Well I’ll just shove my dick back in my pants now that the sexting I was angling for is a no-go. You’re no fun, Tits

↳INSTAGRAM: @profaverylangdon posted to their story:

@kaitucket: Kinda funny that every time you post you have less and less buttons closed, atta boy!

@profaverylangdon: I assure you it is not intentional. @profaverylangdon: Though, I notice you don't appear to be complaining?

@kaitucker: Oh noooooo :( a sweaty chest :( where do I file my complaint? (Asking you cause you’re always complaining so I figure you’d know)

@profaverylangdon: You're so confusing.

@kaitucker: ❓❓❓❓❓

@profaverylangdon: Right back at you, Dimples.

@kaitucker: Oh, but I’MMM the confusing one

@kaitucker: What am I meant to call you? Tits?

@profaverylangdon: I don't think my chest is my most notable feature. [several minutes later] @profaverylangdon: Oh no. Is it?

@kaitucker: This is entrapment

↳INSTAGRAM: @profaverylangdon posted to their story:

@kaitucket: Kinda funny that every time you post you have less and less buttons closed, atta boy!

@profaverylangdon: I assure you it is not intentional. @profaverylangdon: Though, I notice you don't appear to be complaining?

@kaitucker: Oh noooooo :( a sweaty chest :( where do I file my complaint? (Asking you cause you’re always complaining so I figure you’d know)

@profaverylangdon: You're so confusing.

@kaitucker: ❓❓❓❓❓

@profaverylangdon: Right back at you, Dimples.

@kaitucker: Oh, but I’MMM the confusing one

@kaitucker: What am I meant to call you? Tits?

↳INSTAGRAM: @profaverylangdon posted to their story:

@kaitucket: Kinda funny that every time you post you have less and less buttons closed, atta boy!

@profaverylangdon: I assure you it is not intentional. @profaverylangdon: Though, I notice you don't appear to be complaining?

@kaitucker: Oh noooooo :( a sweaty chest :( where do I file my complaint? (Asking you cause you’re always complaining so I figure you’d know)

@profaverylangdon: You're so confusing.

@kaitucker: ❓❓❓❓❓

↳INSTAGRAM: @profaverylangdon posted to their story:

@kaitucket: Kinda funny that every time you post you have less and less buttons closed, atta boy!

@profaverylangdon: I assure you it is not intentional. @profaverylangdon: Though, I notice you don't appear to be complaining?

@kaitucker: Oh noooooo :( a sweaty chest :( where do I file my complaint? (Asking you cause you’re always complaining so I figure you’d know)

↳INSTAGRAM: @profaverylangdon posted to their story:

@kaitucket: Kinda funny that every time you post you have less and less buttons closed, atta boy!

librarylivvy

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doin gay shit wbu

@kaitucker: LEAVING WORK EARLY I DIDNT KNOW WE HAD DOIN GAY SHIT PLANNED

#insta: livvy #livvy

frednotfreya

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@kaitucker: You guys look like such a couple of besties!!!!!

#insta: fred #fred

sean19carolan

“Are you sure no one’s coming home?”

Sean lifted an eyebrow at Kai from the foot of his bed. He knelt there, heels tucked under his bum, ready to spring at the first sound of life in Kai’s apartment. He wasn’t sure what made him feel more uneasy, the idea that Livvy and Fred could burst through the door at any second, or being around so much of Kai’s stuff. The sheets on the other man’s bed weren’t soft and familiar like his own - his first truly extravagant purchase after being drafted to the Rangers - and the bedroom was cluttered with Kai-things. Theology textbooks and clothes he didn’t recognise and records by bands he’d never heard of. It was weird. Sometimes he felt like Kai was the person who knew him best in the world, but he knew so little about Kai.

He chewed the inside of his cheek, wondering if showing up at Kai’s place unannounced had been one of his smarter ideas. But he hadn’t been answering his texts, and Sean had started to feel fidgety and sad. He’d picked up his keys and strapped Clover into her car seat and braved the New York traffic all because a guy hadn’t been answering his texts. He was officially desperate.

The thing was, he and Kai had been spending a lot of time together. Hockey season was winding down, and every second he wasn’t on the ice he was with Kai. And it was different than before, when every second he wasn’t on the ice he and Kai were just… doing Sean and Kai things. Now, when Sean got Kai alone, it wasn’t long before they were fused together at the lips, hands wandering. He’d tried to put small barriers between them, kitchen counters and board games and once, humiliatingly, an actual physical pillow barrier. He was usually the one who broke first.

Now, greasy take-out bag tucked in the trash and Clover put down in her travel cot in Fred’s room, Sean was considering if it would be awkward to gracefully bow out. Kai had said something about Livvy and Fred going somewhere and doing something. A concert, or a dinner, or something. He’d been chewing on the end of his pen when he explained and Clover had been tugging at Sean’s hair and he hadn’t fully taken all of it in.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m super excited at the prospect of your roommates coming home and forcibly removing my head from my body. But…” he huffed out a laugh, trying for something akin to humour, but the fear in his voice gave him away.

He made his way clumsily across the bedspread, flopping approximately 201 lbs of hockey-player bulk on top of the other man. He rested his forearm on the pillow next to Kai’s head, smiling lopsidedly, so close their noses almost touched.

“Hi.” he smirked, pressing a shy kiss to the corner of Kai’s mouth. The other man seemed to feel better about letting Sean dictate the terms - like he was anxious Sean was going to change his mind. Which was sort of good for him. He felt better about it, home field advantage and all that.

Kai let his head flop back dramatically, barely avoiding clattering his skull off the wall behind him. He let out a long, drawn-out groan as if suggesting that, once again, Sean’s concerns were boring him.

“How many times? They’re out at a concert,” he told the other man.

It stood to reason that he could be a bit more reassuring, but Sean’s concern about Livvy and Fred coming home to find him in their apartment was starting to border on offensive. Deep down, he knew that it was because he had a healthy fear of Kai’s two best friends, and the girls hadn’t really done much to suggest that they were huge fans of Sean, both on and off the ice, but would it really be so bad if they did come back early and Sean brazenly stood his ground and said, yeah, I’m here and making out your big gay roommate.

It was already a poorly-hidden secret that they’d kissed, Livvy and Fred already in the know. Sean hadn’t been particularly talkative about it from his side of things, and Kai was sure Libby had no clue what they got up to when she wasn’t home but here, in Kai’s own territory, did it really matter?

Admittedly, maybe Kai was taking out misplaced frustration on Sean. He’d been in a rotten mood all day, his phone buzzing incessantly with texts from Tanvi who was gloating about her date with fucking Langdon, of all people.

There was a cruel and vindictive part of Kai that wanted to tell Tanvi she was probably barking up the wrong tree if Langdon’s extracurricular activities with the university chancellor were anything to go by. But if he let slip about that, then he’d no longer be holding up his end of their little blackmail deal and Langdon would be free to run his mouth about Kai’s doctored qualifications. The reminder only served to sour his mood even further, so he’d been glad when Sean showed up out of the blue, Clover in tow.

“Trying to use your skull as a bowlin’ ball is how they show love,” Kai insisted, patience fraying a little before Sean finally moved.

Suddenly, Kai felt calmer when the other man settled on top of him, albeit a little ungracefully. An ‘oof!’ was pulled out of Kai, his body now shaking in silent laughter.

“Hey back,” he told Sean, smiling up at his best friend and eagerly tipping his head up to meet him in a proper kiss this time, slipping his tongue into the other man’s mouth.

“Technique’s gettin’ better,” he teased, fingers going to Sean’s belt loops to tug him closer.

He felt his phone buzz in his pocket again and sighed in frustration, head thunking back against his pillow and he wriggled underneath Sean. Kai tugged his phone out, glancing at the text from Tanvi that lit up his screen. Something about Avery pulling a chair out for her. Immediately, Kai tossed his phone to the side, letting it slide across his cluttered bedside table.

“Fuckin’ Tanvi,” he muttered, before turning his attention back to Sean.

#thread: sean2 #sean

sean19carolan

He felt a warmth spread throughout his whole body when he felt the soft, yet insistent press of Kai’s body against his, hugging him back. This was something he knew well. After all, squashed on the sofa between Kai and Clover, they’d shared plenty of cuddles. He felt his pulse slow to something like normalcy. He’d shared so many little intimacies with Kai, what was another?

“Please don’t.” he grumbled, voice reverberating against the pulse point of Kai’s neck. He didn’t need to lift his head to know Kai was teasing him. He had that cocksure twang to his voice, all mixed up in that Southern drawl of his that got stronger when he was sleepy, or happy, or just downright smug. Sean had never realised how much he liked the sound of it, heat pooling uncertainly in his stomach with every vowel Kai twisted this way and that.

“You’re making fun of me.” Sean pointed out, too endeared to be all that hurt. Or maybe it was just because he knew the other man too well, knew there was a small smile at the knife edge of every jibe. Kai never took things too far because they were friends. Best friends. And Sean was made of softer, more sensitive stuff than Kai. He could only take so much teasing.

He batted Kai’s hands away, pout still firmly on his face, absently tangling their fingers together in the process. He brushed the pads of his fingers against Kai’s own, ink stained from taking notes and marking papers and generally being one of the coolest, smartest people Sean knew. If this had been the start of everything, Sean would have wondered how an academic guy like Kai could ever like a dumb jock like him. Like this was high school, or something. But he didn’t need to worry, because Kai already knew him. Already liked him. Right?

“I think I… it was good. You were good.” he murmured, bashfully.

He wondered what would happen if Libby were to come home right now. She’d caught he and Kai in positions before that were worth an eyebrow raise, and that had warranted a playful caution afterwards. His heart picked up as Kai inched closer, worry flaring in his chest. God knows what she’d think if she saw them now.

And then all of a sudden he stopped worrying. Because Kai was kissing him again, greedily, hungrily, desire punching right through the centre of him as he tugged him closer. And it felt good to be wanted, lusted after. His hand fit at the sharp line of Kai’s jaw, gasping raggedly for air as his bottom lip captured Kai’s top, messy and uncoordinated. He wanted more. Didn’t he?

“Kai.” he panted, lips trailing absently to the other man’s chin. “Fuck.”

He definitely wanted more.

“Several, several tests, alright?” he laughed against his skin, halfway tempted to make him swear on it.

Good. Sean thought he was good.

“One hell of an endorsement there,” Kai grinned. He knew he’d probably be accused of teasing Sean again and no jury worth their salt would declare him innocent. Their voices would ring out in reproach: guilty, guilty, guilty.

Still, he’d committed worse crimes. He thought Sean actually might like it when Kai did what he could to make him turn that adorable shade of pink.

This time when he kissed Sean, he didn’t hold back. He’d allowed himself to be hesitant before, knowing that Sean could easily spook and then bolt at any minute, just like the imagined version of his best friend often did when his daydreams pushed themselves to the brink. Usually, he had to drag himself back to reality by conjuring up a picture of Sean coming to his senses and pushing Kai away. He half-expected it now, one hand braced against Kai’s chest, another wiping itself across Sean’s lips to help rid the other man of any traces of Kai’s mouth.

When it didn’t come, he grew braver. Sure that Sean wasn't going anywhere, the training wheels came off, and Kai kissed Sean like a man starved.

He licked sloppily into Sean’s open mouth, a hand coming up to fist itself in the other man’s overgrown hair, still sweaty from being trapped under a hockey helmet all day. He felt Sean’s mouth against his chin and huffed out a laugh at his words, pressing their chests flush together.

“Can’t argue with that. What kinda teacher would I be to stop someone from learnin’?” he quipped, pulling their mouths back together.

#thread: sean1 #sean

marcusmixes

Marcus had an affinity for being blunt, but most often without realising he was doing it. He didn’t know that his words often fell flat and unfeeling, or that people tended to stare at him, mouth agape, wondering why they’d been lumped with this awkward, slightly gormless guy who didn’t have a whole lot to say for himself. He didn’t notice when he was being odd, but he’d had it spelled out to him more times than once. He’d had producers and exes and even friends tell him he was weird, crinkling their nose in disgust as they went on long tirades about how strange and unappealing he was, or how he made them feel uncomfortable.

It wasn’t intentional. It was never intentional. Marcus just struggled to be, sometimes. He didn’t always feel completely whole in his own body or mind, oftentimes gliding through life as though he was living one out-of-body experience after the other. When artists, sound engineers, and producers alike pushed him down against their body, egging him on as they bartered with him for his right to work, he felt himself float out of his body and free from his mind, watching his own actions as if it was somebody else doing them. So, when Kai was surprised by his words, it occurred to Marcus that he hadn’t been a very good friend to the other man. He hadn’t made it clear that his company was valued, that he was valued.

For a beat, he thought he’d done it again. Kai was uncomfortable, and this would be the last time he saw him.

And then the other man returned his sentiment, and Marcus’ shoulders sagged in relief, a soft sigh escaping his lungs.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for,” Marcus blinked, frowning just a touch. His brows knitted together in gentle confusion. His mums had always taught him not to apologise when he hadn’t done anything wrong, and he had always tried to follow their words of wisdom. He’d struggled with that lately, when his kisses had been lacking, his hands trembling as wet lips were pressed, unwanted, to the nape of his neck. His last studio manager had thrown him out without any warning, insisting he needed to find a new space to make his music if he didn’t get his shit together.

He hadn’t gotten his shit together. He’d found a new space, had found himself in the clutches of other bodies needing to be warmed.

His mind wandered, and he felt himself leaving again. Leaving their table, leaving Kai, the wide expanse of the sky opening up to swallow him whole. He cleared his throat, blinking as he tried to force himself back into existence, into the present day.

“I’m not very cool or smart. You’re a professor. You teach. That’s impressive, Kai,” he shook his head, knowing that everything Kai had to offer the world was of far more significance than anything Marcus had.

He extended his hand, annoyed as he noticed his fingers were trembling, and ripped at the edges of the cinnamon roll. He didn’t really want it – he found cinnamon overwhelming, the taste of it on his tongue startling – but he rolled the pastry between his thumb and forefinger for something to do, something small to latch himself onto.

“I know people think I’m weird,” he stated, shaking his head. He was ruining things again. “I like that you don’t think I’m weird.”