For Truth and Justice

Greggory Stone. 47. Father.Assistant US Attorney.

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gabrielmireya‌:

“That’s because I am very new. It hasn’t been three weeks since I have moved here.” Gabriel answered, though he was really having fun trying to get used to his neighborhood. Having handsome men around him too was great. “My name is Gabriel, but you can call me Gabi.” He reached out and shook the older man’s hand, smiling widely at him.

”Gabriel? Cute name for a cute kid.” He realized how difficult it was moving to a new place. Just a few short months ago he had that problem when he moved here but found some people along the way that helped him adapt. Reaching out, he took the younger male’s hand to embrace it. “Pleasure to meet you.”

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gabrielmireya‌:

Gabriel was just excited to be trying new things after his move, so he was surprised when a handsome gentleman had approached him just as he sat down on the stool. He felt ridiculous when he spun on the seat just to face the older man. “Si. I’m new here. Is it that obvious that I am?” The Spaniard said with a light blush on his cheeks.

"Honestly? Yes.” That didn’t mean he looked out of place, he actually seemed pretty in place in town. “It’s still a pleasure to meet you. My name is Greggory, and yours?” he greeted with an extension of his right hand, offering his hand in friendship.

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gabrielmireya‌:

Because Gabriel had run out of food in his apartment before he could go to the supermarket, he decided to go try the diner near his apartment. The moment he entered the establishment, he walked over to the bar seats and then grinned when he was handed a menu. He only ever heard of American-style diners and he was excited to try it– that was mostly what he wanted to do since he moved from Madrid to Boystown.

A promise was a promise. Maybe younger than what he was used to but what the hell, as long as the other didn’t replicate the actions of his sons, he could get over his inhibitions. Grabbing his drink, he stood up to approach the stranger. All the whilst, he kept telling himself, dating was like riding a bike, something he never learned how to do in the first place. “New face? I haven’t seen you around here all that often.

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The stress to close several pending criminal cases, a bitter custody war with his ex-wife, and his for lack of a better word, poor sex life, he just about jumped off the edge of the cliff. Sitting in a quaint diner. “That is not my problem, Counselor. Your client either accepts the plea, I’m trying to give him a fighting chance.” Another few minutes of debating with his adversary, if he could call him that, he ended the call. “First guy that walks through the door,” He mumbled to himself. Deciding to at least get himself a date. If nothing came of it, then he’d go back to his usual routine.

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mechanicsexy‌:

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“Ah man, I am gonna be so late.” Jess got out of his vehicle and soon made his way onto the sidewalk. He had an appointment and was running late, so whenever he accidentally bumped into this guy, he fell on his butt on the sidewalk. Looking at the man, he said, “Crap. You okay, man? Totally my fault. I was running late and…” He sighed.

Gregg didn’t expect anyone to crash straight into him, never did but it happened more often than now than it ever did before. Some were just in more of a rush than others. “No problem.” Offering his hand out to the man who lost his footing and fell on his hand to help him up. “I should be the one apologizing, you’re the one that’s down.”

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spencer-hamiltcn‌:

“sounds like you’re all talk.” spencer teased, taking a step forward and closing the distance between them, “maybe you could show me a little preview?”

The attorney resisted budging in Spencer’s motion to close the distance between the two, getting a whiff of the kid’s breath as it ghosts against his lips. Digits combed through his locks, entangling and clenching his hand down against the mane, roughly tilting the boy’s head. Leaning in close, his lips hovering over his nape, breathing heavily against the heated flesh. “What’s the fun in just surrendering at the first touch? I will make you squirm, you’ll be begging for it by the end of it.”

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spencer-hamiltcn‌:

CONTINUED FROM HERE

“oh? is that a promise or a tease?”

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“A promise. When I tease, you’ll love every second of it.”

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So.. word on the street is that you think I'm dreamy. - Greggory

“the fucking dreamiest. no point in even denying it.”

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”The dreamiest. I’m privileged to have the highest honor. I’ll be sure to thank you with my lips.”

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spencerhvmilton‌:

fingers fished into the confines of his pants pocket, pulling out the pack of cigarettes placing one between pink lips and setting it ablaze. it was how he started every morning, or rather…afternoon, crisping his lungs to a black. though it seemed as though it was his lucky day, sight blessed by the beautiful man before him. a soft chuckle escaped from his lips, smoking escaping from him as he ran a hand through slicked back locks, “well thanks.” though he knew he probably looked like a shit after a rough night, grief still having its grimy little hands upon his every waking moment, “i’d be a fucking idiot to say no to a hot man offering me coffee, so yeah, i’d love that.” with a smirk, he jumped to his feet, offering the pack of cigarettes his way, “you smoke?”

“Not anymore. One of my sons has asthma, it was a bad habit I had to break.” Now his sons were visiting with their grandparents for a bit, he could have one but he didn’t want to relapse into that bad habit. If he hated one thing, it was tying Sebastian up to a pole or a tree outside with limited freedom. “Let me drop my best friend here off at home, and we’ll get you that coffee.” He just lived around the corner. Hot, he’d heard that word more often now referring to him since he moved to this city than he’d ever heard it before in his life. Maybe guys had something for a man in a suit. Before long, he realized he’d arrived at his place, and a thought occurred. “How about we go up to my condo, I can just make your coffee and give you something to eat, since we’re already here.”

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spencerhvmilton‌:

spencer was currently homeless, seeing as he couldn’t seem to keep a job and wasted all of his money on booze and drugs. he was hanging by a thread, with barely any will to live and was destroying himself in any reckless past time that he could engage in. luckily it hadn’t gotten cold out yet which meant that the park bench would prove to be a suitable bed for now. you wouldn’t be able to TELL he was homeless, seeing as he had no other personal items to lug around except for the clothes on his back, a pack of cigarettes and his handy flask. one might think he might have just dozed off. he blinked a couple of times, hissing the moment the sun infiltrated his gaze, the beautiful man and his dog coming into focus. a soft smile preyed onto the boys lips as he rummaged a hand through his hair, “cute dog.” he said, exhaustion wiping over him, “even cuter human.”

”Thanks,” If he adored one gesture, flattery was it. A tendency of his head, staring at the boy in front of him. It was something off about this kid, nothing bad or in that sense, but something didn’t sit right in his appearance. It was obvious the kid suffered from exhaustion, anyone with eyes could elucidate that. And somewhat asleep on a bench in the park, he could’ve simply dozed off. Scratching at his jaw whilst thinking to himself, he didn’t want to offend the stranger, he didn’t know him from a can of paint. Something persisted on, something he couldn’t dare ignore. “You’re not so bad yourself. Can I buy you a coffee? I noticed this place a couple blocks away if you’re not busy?”

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maddoxirons‌:

Maddox watched as the other paid for the jacket and glared at the other. “Well I guess I’m just another person throwing themselves at you. And aren’t you so noble for turning them down.” There was clear sarcasm in his voice. He bristled when the other mentioned a broken piece inside of him. “How dare you. You don’t know me. You don’t know anything about me. And juts so you know, ”This jacket is worth about one day of work for me.” He still snatched it up. He might have been offended, but he never turned down something free. “Sorry, daddy. I’m not broken. I’m just not willing to be used by assholes like you.” He began storming away, hoping that Greg wouldn’t try and stop him from taking the jacket. Or stop him at all.

A tantrum, all too familiar with it whenever his sons didn’t get what they wanted, and there was always a reason for that. Catching up to the blond who stormed off, he grabbed the jacket by the fur, snatching it away from him. “And what exactly am I using you for? I want nothing from you. You’re so disassembled in so many pieces that you can’t see when someone is genuine.” Glancing around the store, he approached the first person he could find. “Can you fit this size? Maybe you should try it on? I wanted to gift it to someone but plans fall through.”

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maddoxirons‌:

“Someone in your position… what position is that?” He raised his eyebrows at the other and crossed his arms. “Plus I wasn’t offering you anything lewd. I mean I could do some work or let you take me to dinner. My time is expensive.” He wasn’t used to people turning him down, but the other’s threat had set him on edge. “I know what I’m worth. I’m worth this jacket. I’m worth a meal.” He took a half step closer. “I’m worth my entire career. So… Don’t presume to know me.” He was trying not to seem upset, still hanging around. He was interested to see if the other still planned on getting him the coat.

A casual gesture of his head emitted his grand disappointment. “People throw themselves at me usually when they want something or when they’re trying to get out of a sticky situation.” When he asked the question of what position that is, he scratched at his rugged jaw. “A very powerful position that I’m not at liberty to discuss, it’s way above your paygrade, son.” Setting the jacket on the table, he took out one of his credit cards, and handed it to the cashier. “I don’t know you but I know personalities. I just hope that one day I’ll be there to help you repair that broken piece inside of you.”

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maddoxirons‌:

Maddox smiled softly and watched as the other looked at the price tag. “I can afford it… I just don’t spend money on clothes. I’d rather save.” One day Maddox wouldn’t be young and pretty. He had to make his money last. “It’s too much to spend on a single item… even if I do think it would be great for the winter.” He smiled softly at the other and chuckled easily. “It’s sweet of you to offer to get it for me… I’d be flattered. And indebted to you.”

Whistling at the price tag, his eyes almost bulged out like something in a cartoon. “Fifteen-hundred dollars?” That was a little expensive for one jacket. “Does it book reservations?” Not that he could really judge, both of his sons did have the latest iPhones, ten wardrobes of clothes, and anything else they might’ve wanted. “Ten days of my salary, right here.” Greggory jested. As an employee of the Justice Department, his salary wasn’t anything extravagant but the trust fund his parents made for him that had over one-hundred million dollars in it, he could’ve retired if he wanted to, but it wasn’t about the money for him.

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maelgaetan‌:

He tried to hold on to the young boy’s hand but the little guy was quicker than Maël could react. Small steps carried him away as he sprinted towards a man with a dog. “Merde! Luca, come back!” Now he himself ran over to stop the boy from hugging the dog. Barely, he reached him in time, lifted him off his feet and right into his arms. “Sorry!” Maël panted at the man with his dog. “He gets super excited about all sorts of pets.” That he was simply sitting the boy and they weren’t related,  the brunette kept to himself for now. 

It came as no surprise to Greggory whenever someone or a child came hugging on Sebastian, he’d come to expect it. “Sebastian is very fond of children, I have two boys of my own who, I swear, love Sebastian more than they love me.” The nuzzling of the Husky against the boy was proof in itself that he’d already taken a liking to him. “No need to be sorry. He’s not the vicious kind, worst thing he’ll ever do is a growl.”

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maddoxirons‌:

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Maddox smiled as he looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing a large jacket with fur lining. It was expensive. He could afford it but Maddox didn’t buy himself things, instead he would mention it to some photographer or director and they’d get it with the expectation of a go at Maddox’s ass. He slipped it off, revealing a slender form, shown off by his skinny jeans and tight t-shirt. Hanging it back up, he looked back at the mirror, fixing his hair and trying to make sure he looked perfect. Noticing someone looking at him in the reflection he smiled and turned. “You just gonna stare? Or are you gonna come and introduce yourself?” He smiled softly at the other and slowly ran his fingers through his hair, letting some of the blond strands to fall back into his face. He smirked slightly. “I’m Maddox, in case you were wondering.”

Sometimes too generous for his own good, especially with the younger generation- he figured these boys had enough to go through, sometimes being showered with gifts kept another off the streets. “Enchante.” Pinching the price tag of the jacket, he tilted his head to get a good apprehension of just how expensive it was. “If you don’t have enough, I could get it for you? Seems like you’ve fallen in love with it.” He knew all too well what it was like loving something or someone that you couldn’t have. That was basically his life. “Greggory.”

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coppermcintyre‌:

Even though he was more of a cat person, Copper liked dogs, and he couldn’t stop himself when he saw the Siberian Husky.  It was so beautiful, and he knelt down, petting the dog and not noticing the man at first.  But then Copper looked up at him, and he swore he stopped breathing for a second - the guy was hot.  “I love your dog,” Copper told him, petting him again.  “He’s so beautiful.”  A beautiful dog for a beautiful man, Copper thought, smiling at the dog’s owner.

Tilting his head to acknowledge the stranger that his canine companion, surprised Sebastian didn’t bark or growl at the stranger, as he usually did with people he didn’t know in an attempt at protecting Greggory. “Thanks! He seems to be pretty fond of you too. I’m almost jealous.” Standing upright, he extended his hand out. “Nice to meet you. I’m Greggory and this is Sebastian,” he gestured to his Husky.

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He couldn’t remember the last weekend he had to himself. No cases for him to stress over, his boys were both visiting his parents. That meant he could go wild and let loose for the weekend, binging his favorite tv shows and eating junk food, essentially. Out on a walk with his Siberian Husky, it felt like the canine took him out for walks most of the time. Kneeling down when he stopped in the park, he ruffled the canine’s fur.