I’m bad behavior but I do it in the best way

ender brooks - 33 - son of achyls - pali

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jacksonthewise​:

Those were not the words he’d exactly been expecting to hear from Ender but…well, it’s not like he’d been expecting anyword from Ender. Or anyone from camp for that matter.  “Oh. “ Which might have not be the most reassuring answer as Jackson met those beautiful, stunning eyes of Enders and that sense of utter need that seemed to run though them.  And he did realise his mistake was not adding more of an actual sentence after that, and in an effort to fix that, a hand reached out to slip into…the others gloved hand.  As if the boy was still aware of the others private need and comfort those gloves provided him.  His fingers squeezing the others as he leaned forward enough to keep their conversation private. ‘ That, my dear Ender, is a lie.” He pointed out with a little sparkle in his eyes, and a cocky little smirk appearing on his face. “You have me. And my penthouse. For as long as you want.” He pointed out with an easy brush of his lips against the others cheek, a secret, small touch beforeh e pulled away. “Besides- pretty sure if I left you here unattended, some siren would come sweep you up and take you away forever and frankly, I don’t really like that idea.” Jackson pointed out, as if he made the other living him him *hiis* idea instead of some desperate attempt from Ender.  

Jackson was pretty charming when he was trying to smooth over someone’s anxieties about a situation like that. He did pull back far enough to meet theo thers eyes, his lips brushing along his lower lip with a grin. “I’m glad you found me.” he said, simply and easily before he raised that gloved hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to it, like he had done so many times before.  

Just like back at camp, Ender let himself fall for the spell that the other had over him, just for a second allowing himself to feel wanted. Needed. Here he was ready to spill his story, explain how he could never go back to LA as long as he was wanted, how he never had a home growing up always moving from place to place. Yet Jackson never asked for any of that, didn’t make him explain as he simply told him that he was staying with him now. He couldn’t even protest because honestly where would he even go? The one place he was ever able to call home was gone now and perhaps he should have stayed and fought for it but just like most other times in his life, all hope had seemed lost. 

“It won’t be for more than a few days,” was all Ender said with a clear of his throat trying to shove that emotion down back into the well he kept it in. “Plus I doubt a siren would even spare me another glance while you are looking like that.” And just like Jackson had done, their moment of tenderness was hidden under the cocky flirtation they both were so fluent in. 

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jacksonthewise​:

Ender stood out, how could he not? It was classy, magical club. The others demi blood might have gotten him in but…well, he looked more like he should be hanging out at a hipster beat coffee club than here. Still It’s not a thought that really pops into Jackson’s head when he takes a long sip of his drink, his eyes flicking over the ground when they suddenly meet those oh so familear ones. The same ones that lived across his hallway, the same ones that he’d seen under him in the fields of the camp during the festivals, the same one he’d come to after he’d had a bad mission or a good one.  And ulimately the same pair he’d never expected to see again, let alone here Jackson felt his heart skip a beat in his chest as he watched the other slip off that gloved hand and waved over at him. Whatever secrets this club held, whatever debauchery he’d planned to get into night was suddenly way, way down on the list of his concerns. Jackson didn’t give the other chance to come to him, instead, him and that blue drink made his way towards the other, weaving though the crowd before he stopped in front of him. 

“Ender- baby. “ Jackson’s voice like warm honey, full of affection as he made it very clearly the other was with him as he stepped in front of the other, at least stopping those whispers for a moment. “This is the last place I’d ever expected to see you.” After all, the camp was done. They had their own lives, right? 

The fear he had felt, the very fear that had began to swell up in his stomach when he left camp was now threatening to burst through the shotty wall he built around it in a feeble attempt to stay in control. All because of that damn word; baby. “I had no where else to go,” the confession was soft and low as he looked at Jackson. Ender longed to reach out and touch Jackson as if they were still in the comfort of their rooms back at camp, where no other eyes were on them. Now out here, out in Jackson’s world, he still wasn’t sure if he was welcomed or would be turned away and ignored. “After camp, I had no where else to go.” He wasn’t sure if he was still a ‘wanted’ man back in LA or if the moment he took the ambrosia that all wiped away but he wasn’t about to take that chance. So he came here to New York and took a chance that Jackson would at least be glad enough to see him for a few days until Ender could plot his next move. This wasn’t a permeant solution only a temporary visit of sorts. 

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jacksonthewise​:

Honestly being in New York was easy, which was strange compared to the fundemental shift that the demi’s camp life had been.  Part of him missed the noise of Pali house, the sound of those loud voices and sounds of Beau making breakfast in the early morning, or the sounds of Ender still awake in the next room over working on the latest tattoo. But Jackson supposed that going from killing demons and gods back to the real word was always going to be somewhat of a rough transition for all of them. Still being aware of the magical world had it’s perks, it certainly opened up a few of the more magically inclined clubs if you knew were to look. Who knew Dyrads could be such good bartenders? 

It was enough noise and general merryment to block out any of the wistful feelings he might have been having about the camp, a hand curling around the bright blue drink in front of him with an amused tilt of his head at the strange beverage in front of him. He was, however, looking as fine as he ever did. A slick tight black shirt, that somehow dispite it’s simple nature just screamed expensive, his jeans showing off every fun little curve he had as shifted against the bar- his bulge rather noticable as he turned to lean back against it, to let his eyes run around the crowd. 

He had no where else to go. 

It was what he reminded himself as he stood at the entrance to the party, sticking out like a sore thumb. Everyone in that room was dressed in clothes that were more expensive than his shitty LA apartment back home and there he was in his ripped jeans and black sweater. He kept his gloved hands in his pockets as he debated on taking a step inside calling even more attention to himself than it already was. Ender wasn’t deaf, he could hear the whispers around them and could see the looks being shot in his direction. He almost turned around and walked away letting his doubt get to him when his green eyes landed on the pair he had been looking for since they left camp. God damn he looks good. Ender found himself thinking as he removed a single gloved hand from his pocket and waved a bit shyly in Jackson’s direction, almost as if he was unsure if he was even wanted there, if his presence was welcome. 

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arinowicki​:

it didn’t quite connect in his mind at how they all felt a taste of power and somehow thought themselves invincible. “ fancy a duel? i’d love to see those daggers in action. ” all ari had was a buckler attached with a leather strap against his right hand. “ besides, the only way to get better is to practice, right? ” there was something about the ego that ari wanted to smash, not because he needed to be at the top but because humility seemed to be a missing trait in olympus as of late. “ what do you say? i’ll even let you swing first. ”

there was a second where ender didn’t speak at all, just pursed his lips in thought weighing the options in his head. “okay,” was his final answer as he stood up and put his dagger in its sheath now that it was freshly sharpened. ender smiled at the other, now excited at the idea of getting out there and training. normally physical activity wasn’t his forte or idea of fun but in that moment it sounded...not fun but almost fun. “we could even make it fun and bet a little, if you want.”

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lvxtides​:

he had been minding his own business today. he wanted to find people and talk to them and find out everything they knew about this place, but he also wanted to find all the little nooks and crannies on his own. it was more fun that way, kingsley thought. he - thus - was conflicted, but ultimately happy, that someone approached him. he beamed up at the tall, lanky man, “oh, hey, i’m new so probably not? i’m kingsley. nice to meet you!”

“no no,” ender said bringing a leather finger up to his lips and tapping a few times in thought. the older man knew he knew him from somewhere but where? or at least that is what the drugs were telling him. “barcelona, last year. there was this orgy and i swear you were there.” still, even though he was convinced that he had met this other before he said-- “though i don’t think we exchanged names back then, so it is a pleasure to meet you kingsly. ender.”

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@lvxtides​

Confused green eyes blinked slowly as he stared at the figure in the hallway. Gloved hand, then reached up to rub at his face as if that could help his clouded mind figure out what he was looking at--who he was looking at. “Do I know you?” Ender asked giving in to the confusion and let the question pour out of him, slurirng slightly. “I feel like I know you...” Then again there were so many faces around camp he had no idea who he knew and who he didn’t...

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jacksonthewise​:

Jackson seemed to thrive off each moan and perfect, little reaction the other gave Jackson that much more power to tease the other more and more. His eyes dipped down to spy the others cock starting  to point to the sun with a little smirk before they flicked back to meet Enders, just in time to let his lips part in a loud, free gasp as that hand kept up it’s lazy, teasing strokes. Jackson himself was almost achingly hard, just from this already.  “Ah, I do not tell a lie- the words maybe wicked but they’re only full of truth at the sight of you.” Jackson shot back without missing a beat. His eyes darken as he watched Ender’s pretty reaction to that touch to his nipple, enjoying the sound just as much as his other hand smoothed down, along the others side and a long his hip.

“Oh? That’s almost a shame.” Jackson teased as he tilted his head forward to brush his lips along the others jawline. “Would have been fun to give it a tug with my teeth.” Jackson teased, letting his teeth scrap against the others neck almost as a promise of those words. He finally let his own finger tease along the others hand length, brushing it up, along the others cock and over the head before making a show of gathering up some precome on his finger as his head leaned back and he bought that finger to his lips, meeting the others eyes as he licked it off with a moan as if he was drinking the finest wine in the whole god damn land. “Hm.. Divine…” 

Ender made a mental note to perhaps indeed go to a tattoo parlor in the city and have them pierced if they get that reaction out of his friend like this. The thought of those teeth tugging on them like that--well the idea was very tempting. A shiver ran down his spine setting his body on fire when those very teeth grazed across his skin and he found himself arching into the touch as he tilted his neck giving Jackson more access to the flesh he was nipping at. More, more, more, more. It was all he could think, that word pounding in his head like a mantra and then-- 

And then it was almost like slow motion watching Jackson reach down to gather the precum that had gathered only to bring it up to his lips for a taste. 

His mind went fuzzy with the desire that flooded through him at the sight. Ender wasted no time, using his free hand to grab the other by the nape of his neck and pull him into a rough kiss needing to taste himself on the other’s tongue. 

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jacksonthewise​:

“Perhaps I would buy you a new one then? Though I can hardly promise I wouldn’t break that one soon after- not with your distracting, perfect ass.” Heat dropped from Jackson’s lips just as much as that usual, flirting nature of his words.  Ender’s cute, adorable little pout had him smiling all the same- the faux outrage at having such a bed was pretty easily brushed away by that heat in Ender’s eyes.  Which really just made Jackson want to hold the other down and give him that fucking he was clearly craving- the sort that would leave stars dancing in your vision and your body aching in the best way for days. The sort of sex that someone like Ender deserved- the sort of sex that Jackson was an expert at. There’s a jolt between Jackson’s legs at that pretty, soft groan Ender gives him- already craving more sounds and more moans from the boy as he gives it another little squeeze. 

There was something here, between them even if they didn’t put a name to it.  Perhaps it was just the fact they both had god-blood running though their veins, something that seem to link all of them at the camp.  Stiill he couldn’t deny that there was a tug, somewhere deep inside Jackson as he ran his tongue along his lower lip at the sight of Ender bare, naked in the sun as he let his eyes flick along that body with a little hum of approval.  His fingers moving up away from that ass to instead, tease along a few of the tattoos along his back- tracing along the ink as he feels that hand move down, along his hips.  Those leather gloves did have a unique feeling to them but at this point- that feeling was simply Ender. 

“Hm, might?” Jackson spoke against those lips before he returned that kiss, not at all shy to hide his hunger for the other before that hand smoothed around his cock and he gasped against the others lips. He could feel his blood rushing down, towards that monster of a cock as he reached a free hand up to curl along the back of Ender’s head, tugging on his hair slightly with a soft chuckle. “Hm, please, my beauty, rile me up so I can have you moaning down this valley till the gods themselves find such pleasure at your beautiful sounds..” Jackson teased as he moved his other hand down, along that body, brushing over a nipple as he teased the other. 

Tonight was not a night of tender and exploratory touches. There would be other times and nights alone in their room for those, no tonight was was one that would be filled of carnal pleasure as they sacrificed their pleasure up to the gods as Jackson suggested. The other’s hands wasted no time mapping out the ink on his skin - his back, his chest, his hips...even the few he had on his ass - and each touch either coaxed out a soft moan from his lips or sent a shiver down his spine. His own cock was perking up at the attention to his skin and the promises of what to come. 

The gloved hand kept his strokes lazily on the thick cock in his hand as he kept near Jackson almost whispering into his mouth, “you and your wicked words. You make me feel worthy of those lies.” Because if anyone was beautiful it was the man whose cock was in his hand and gasping for him. Though as soon as Jackson brushed against one of his nipples, Ender was the one gasping softly, head tilting back some as a wave of pleasure rippled through him. “You know,” he was still gasping as he spoke, his swimming with colorful clouds of pleasure from the feeling of Jackson’s fingers just roaming over him. “I thought about piercing them once...never got around to it.” 

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arinowicki​:

he knew that if he kept checking for him, the man would show up eventually and he did. “ so you’re ender. ” ari hadn’t heard a lot of the man but it was important to get to know the comrades as much or as little as needed. “ i heard you did pretty good with the companions, but i guess that could just be heresy. ” a simple smile, a single feather plucked and sharpened while thrown at one of the dummies hitting it near its chest, almost center as a display of skill. “ you pretty good with those knives? ” @sharpestlxves​

“i am him,” he said not looking up from the twin daggers he was honing on a sharpening stone. the daggers were black as night but when the light hit them just right it revealed that they were in fact a dark green. they were the ones that he had been given during his arrival to camp but he hadn’t made a move to get new ones or change these; they were perfectly made for him. the tattooed man didn’t comment on the companions though a soft pang in his chest hit him deep as he thought about the small leaf friend he had made on that quest. the little leaf russel had drawn on him was now permanently tattooed on left arm above his wrist. a permanent reminder of the friend he had made. it was the ‘thud’ that caused ender to look up finally with a raised eyebrow and then a small nod. “i am but i don’t have to just land my mark,” he explained. “all i have to do is at least graze them for my poison to settle in.” though he doubted this demi was asking out of curiosity, “why do you ask?”

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razeldubois​:

Was he supposed to feel something? Staring up at the statue of his ‘mother’ he was expecting some sort of spiritual wave to take him over. Like those fanatics and believers that danced around alters and temples back home. He came from a city branched of so many different beliefs from Christian to the Voodooists. Seeing what he seen he had less faith in the first and respectable fear in the latter. But if you asked him if he believed in a god his answer would probably be…why should I?

Stuffing his hands in his pocket he turned away from the stairs not so tempted to go further in. As grateful as he was to this power flowing through his veins, beating his heart with thrill, he felt even less drawn to the confines of four walls as he did any other church. “Does anyone know where I guy can find some fun around here?”

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Honestly he was shocked that his mother even had a statue in this temple. She was unknown to the point that Ender was pretty damn sure that he was the first of her children to step foot in the camp. Achyls wasn’t told in stories, or if she had been they were long forgotten over the time that she was now just a mere image on a shield. Ender was okay with this, having a mother who was not known as well as others in camp; he couldn’t even imagine what being the son of Hera or Aphrodite was like, all the stress to olive up to their mother’s images. So, yes, he had been shocked the first time he walked into the temple and saw that his mother had a statute now that he was at camp and had returned nearly every day to water the plants that he had left at the base of it as an offering. Hemlock, nightshade and of course his favorite oleander all now grew around the base of the statue giving it some pop of color in the temple. 

It was one of those mornings when Ender was still feeling the affects of the party he had invited himself to the night before in Oslo, that he ran into an unfamiliar face as he headed back outside. Sunglasses covered his eyes shielding them from the sun as he took in the question that was posed to him. Did he know where someone could have fun around here? “Well,” he crossed his arms over his chest as his lips tugged into a smirk at the ideas flowed through his mind. Oh so many options. “Depends on what you consider fun and what your poison of choice is. If it’s alcohol I can send you off to find...Marcos I think his name is. If it’s something a bit more,” that smile was now wicked as it stretched across his face, almost feral. “then I’m the guy you are looking for.”

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jacksonthewise​:

Jackson himself might have not known the significance of that pinky promise but he certainly had meant every word of it. Ender was one of those people he just found himself falling into- like a deep pool he never wanted to truly escape from. The other was more stunning and alluring than he seemed to know and each moment between them always seemed to sparkle with something new- be it sexual tension, laughter or happiness. Either way it was addictive.  He felt the other squeeze that finger back and Jackson just smiled over at the darker haired, almost naked beauty as he did. And he even returns those kisses with that same, simple, sweet tone that the other had led with. Frankly just kissing Ender was enough to leave him smiling so, why push it? 

“I’d say no more than fact I’d pound you till the bed broke while till tasting it.” Jackson teased back against the lips- his eyes dancing with the truth of it. He wasn’t even sure Beau could walk after he was done with him last time and Ender under him for? Well, he’d make the sweet little sounds for him.  “Oh yeah? And I take it you some ideas?”  Jackson fell forward pretty easily, every inch of his bare skin pressing against Enders as he tilted his his head to tease his lips against the others jaw. There was no hesitation in his touch, those sure fingers brushing down Ender’s side as one even simply slipped under those small briefs the other was wearing to let his hand smooth other boys ass to give it a possessive little squeeze before that same hand smoothed up to simply grab the hem of those briefs to lower them down those tattooed, beautiful legs if they truly wanted to be skin to skin, it seemed only fair they both be properly naked.  “Gonna rile me up then, my pretty, sweet, Ender”  

“You would break my bed?” Ender said pursing his lips into a playful little pout. “But I like my bed, it’s very soft with its silk sheets.” Though his eyes gave away with his real thoughts about Jackon’s little idea. Being pound into a bed that hard? Well it had been a while since anything that exciting had happened to him in a bedroom. Perhaps when he first started dating his ex and even then-- well it took a bit to coax James into actually doing something more exciting than ‘doggy style’. A soft groan escaped him when he felt those hands slink down his body and grab his ass possessively. Ender wanted to moan out ‘yours’ but bit his bottom lip keeping it inside him for the time being. Plus he knew that it would come out later when they were doing exactly what Jackson was hinting at, what those eyes were telling him was going to happen in perhaps just a few minutes. 

The tension in the air was thick with their desire for each other to the point it was palpable. Desire coiled in his stomach as he watched the younger boy slip down his briefs from his tattooed hips and down his legs only to have it pool at his feet. Ender was left standing fully naked now as the sun hit his inked skin warming the skin like it had done many times in his life. This was different though, this was something special and tangible between the two demis. Both from different walks of earth - one of money and the other from nothing - meeting here in this grassy knoll at camp. Ender knew that if his life hadn’t taken the direction it had taken, if he hadn’t made the mistakes that he did, he would have never gotten here nor met the man in front of him. Perhaps that wasn’t so bad after all...

Leather gloved hands found themselves on Jackson’s hips, thumb brushing along the bone there as he whispered against his lips, “I might do just that.” He steals a kiss making sure to nip at his lips, tugging on his bottom one as his left hand sneaked down from his hip lower and lower to the destination he had in mind. “If you ask nicely that is.” And then leather fingers reached out and curled themselves around Jackson’s impressive cock. 

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drxwnedgod​:

Paint, draw, sketch, or write out a desire with a friend [ Ender - @sharpestlxves​ ]

“So…you know there’s this Autumn Festival thing going on and we have to do stuff for the sprites…” Grey began as he sat himself down beside Ender when he found him, sketchbook resting on his lap. “Well I’m no artist or anything but I thought maybe we could do the drawing thing? I don’t really know what they mean by ‘desire’ but we could figure it out?” He suggested with a little smile. 

He was still just in his briefs when Greyson sat down next to him and starting talking to him almost rambling. It was cute and he found a smile tugging at the sight of it all. “Well, lucky for you,” Ender raised a gloved hand and wiggled his fingers at the other. “I happen to be an artiste” He said with a thick fake French accent at the last work and a wink. It was obvious that he had to be with all the art adorning his own skin and others. He started off as a graffiti artist and landed in doing tattoos where his passion was. “Desire could be anything, like how one desires a Big Mac or a slice of chocolate cake,” as he spoke, he slowly reached for the sketchbook on the other’s lap and took it into his own hands. “Or something more sexual...tell me, little one, what is a desire of yours?”

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jacksonthewise​

Jackson never got tired of someone desiring him, of that sharp edge of hunger in someone’s eyes.  And with Ender he almost enjoyed it more as the other spent so much time creating such beautiful tattoos, to be admired and wanted by that mind and those eyes, well, the other clearly had taste when it came to true beauty. Besides even if with as little time as either of them had known each other- Jackson couldn’t deny that there wasn’t a connection between them, one that Jackson took every single chance to indulge. Ender was special in quite a few number of ways, even if Jackson didn’t quite have the words for that specialness just yet.  

Jackson’s hand slid into that open palm as his eyes flicked up to watch the other soak in the sun, his free hand moving down along that tattooed body to grip the others hip, his eyes still tracing down the others almost naked body with a little hum of approval of his words. “I suppose that’s what this festival is about- connecting with nature, connecting with the sun and the grass, all those poison plants you love so much..” Jackson pointed out as he lowered his head to brush his lips along the others shoulder, a smile ghosting against the other skin as he gave that gloved hand a little squeeze. At this point, those gloves were just another part of Ender for Jackson. He held them without fear and with affectionate just as easily as he might without them.  Jackson could be vulnerable with Ender, and he could take the others burdens just as easily it seemed.“ You make me quite envious of that- the only time I feel close to mind was in the middle of battle. She might not be Ares but she still, it seems, has a certain bloodlust.” Jackson mused, remembering just how on a god damn high he’d come back on after his quest and how brutal he’d been to Beau after it all. They’d almost broken the damn bed.  There’s a soft chuckle at that question as his head pulls back to meet those eyes of Ender’s with a little shake of his head. “Trust me when I say there is no other place in the world I’d rather be Ender.” He pointed out as his hips slipped against the others and a hand moved up to cup the tall boys neck. “ Right here, right now is where I belong. “ He promised as that hand teased along the back of the others neck. “Pinky promise.” 

It was silly how much those last two words meant to him, hearing them utter from his friends - were they just friends though? - sensual lips. It brought him back to when he was younger, when he grandmother would always pinky promise that she would see him again or come back after a long day of work. Ender had a bit of abandonment issues back then and it was something he was still working on to this day. So pinky promises were sacred to him, like the unbreakable vow in the Harry Potter series. When he made one, he would die before he broke it. The hand that was in Jackson’s shifted some and he interlocked his finger with the other’s squeezing it gently as if to say silently back ‘pinky promise’. Perhaps one day he would be able to confess what that meant to him but for now he just smiled and leaned in to steal a kiss from the other. It was soft and sweet with not real desire behind it just enjoying the other’s company for a second. 

“Is it wrong to say that I found that bloodlust hot?” He muttered against his lips, smirking some as he pulled back but not too fat away that they could still be tangled up with one another. Ender had only gotten a glimpse of Jackson like that before he had been shifted away to another part of the fighting himself, but it was a sight that he found himself thinking upon late at night when he was alone in bed. “Perhaps we jut need to find more ways for you to connect with her, get you all riled up like that.” There was a teasing tone to his voice as he pulled the other closer to him, bodies pressed against each other now. Skin against skin.

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drxwnedgod​:

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Usually Grey was one to fill silence with chatter, mostly because he worried people would feel uncomfortable just sat in silence, awkward and worry that he either didn’t care or wasn’t listening, but for some reason he didn’t feel that same push to fill the silence when Ender joined him, like on some level he knew the two of them were content to just sit and enjoy the sounds of the water. 

It was nice.

When Ender broke the quiet, offering out a joint between them, Grey looked over and was about to decline but it reminded him of when he and his best friend Ned used to go down to the beach, find a nice spot and just smoke watching the water. Before Moss could reach up and snatch something he thought was for him, Grey took it with a smile. “Thanks.” Grey replied, slipping the joint between his lips and pulled a lighter from his pocket that was unmistakably Enders. He lit, took a long drag and then finally returned said lighter to its owner. “Found this stashed away in my room. Been meaning to give it back to you, I think he liked how shiny it is.” Grey apologised for Moss’ thievery and offered the joint to share. 

Part of him was a bit surprised when the other indeed took his offer to share the joint. Though he wasn’t as surprised as when Greyson pulled out his favorite lighter from his pocket. He wasn’t mad thought, in fact a light delicate chuckle escaped him at the sight and he shook his head at the story behind it. “Does he do this a lot? Steal things that are shiny?” Ender had a lot of things in his room that were shiny and he was going to have to make a mental note on keeping it all hidden/protected from the little thief if that was the case. Little shit. Glancing down at the small creature, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cheap lighter before handing it to the critter as a gift. It wasn’t as shiny as his favorite sliver Zippo but it was still shiny enough with it’s blue plastic case he hoped it would please the small thing. 

When the joint was passed back to him he took it and wasted no time taking a long hit of it, letting the smoke fill his lungs in a familiar way. It was like getting a hug from an old friend. “So, do I ask how you are doing after everything that has happened? Or do we just sit here in silence as you play with the water?” Either way he wasn’t going to complain, happy to have company for once even if it was sitting there in silence. 

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jacksonthewise​:

This whole celebration had been been quite an interesting experience already. The sight of just…easy magic was still something that was a shock to Jackson’s system in so many ways. It wasn’t long before Jackson found himself strolling away from the main celebrations and seeing that rather distinct outline of Ender’s beautiful, bare tattooed form standing up against the sun. And he lingered for a moment, his arms folded over his chest as he just…soaked in the sight of the other- hardly wanting to interrupt whatever he actually had going on.  His eyes flicking up and down that almost naked body with a little suck of his cheek- God, the other was truly unforgettable, wasn’t he?- as his eyes flicked back to the others face he saw the others eyes staring back at him.  And just like that he was caught out by the other.  “If you really wish me to.” 

Jackson gives a soft little laugh at the others words and that outstretched hand.-  “My, it’s like you don’t know me at all, Ender.” he was kidding, of course  if that suddenly teasing look in Jackson’s eyes was anything to go by. he took a moment to join the other in the embrace of nature and that nudity, a hand slipping up to grab the hem of his shirt and tugging it off, before a moment later the sound of his zipper echoed around him-  Jackson, of course, being Jackson pushed his pants down along his underwear, that thick, impressive if soft cock swinging between his legs before he stepped out of them to simply take that gloved hand and move closer without a hint of shame. 

Keeping that hand outstretched he watched as the other began to strip, an almost a hunger in his eyes at the sight. Jackson naked was something he had seen a few times now, almost more than he saw the other clothed but it was still impressive. Not just because of his cock but the whole package of the boy himself. When he first heard about this camp and given the option to come here instead of the life of prison he was heading towards, he never once thought he would be so lucky to have found a friend like the one before him. One that not only wanted to be brave and fuck him without a fear of what Ender could do but also one that made him laugh when it felt like the world was caving in. It was why he, yes he really did want the other to join him in this moment. This peace and serenity. 

“My mother is known for plants,” Ender explained as he tilted his head back to the sun letting it warm his skin again. “Poison ones of course but it is still part of nature. There is something about today--all of this, that is making me feel connected to her for the first time in my life.” If you looked back at his life, it was apparent Ender had no good motherly figures in his life. Most either left him broken or hurt in ways that even to this day he was still trying to heal from it. Perhaps that was another reason he needed his friend there beside him, not just to look at that naked skin that was on display for him but also have him there when he was feeling a bit...vulnerable. “Am I dragging you away from the festivities?”

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slow walking over towards enders room - he wondered if the demi god he didn’t know much about, or at all - would want to take some time out and go help him with a few things. they live together and barely really spoken out as much and marcos thought that should maybe change. knocking on the others door before slow opening the door, he leaned against the door frame as he smiled. “hey - uhm, i just wanted to know if you weren’t busy and if you maybe wanna help me - well, more so caraway and get the banquet hall a bit decked out?” marcos asked, just then showing his flask in hand with a smile. “i’ll make it worth the company.”

they were so much alike in their own ways. while marcos used his flask as a comfort - perhaps spending more nights intoxicated that sober - ender himself found comfort in the various colorful pills and powders that gave him almost the same result. how many nights have the two of them spent trying to remember their own names while forgetting the things that haunted them so much that they had to go to their vices for comfort? perhaps that is why ender hadn’t found his way to marcos yet, hadn’t found time in his day to reach out and start a conversation; it wasn’t always easy to talk to an almost mirror image of the things you were running from. especially if that thing was yourself. 

so when marcos knocked on his door ender opened it softly almost in a hesitant way. there was a moment of silence as he leaned against his open door way, arms crossed over his chest as he let his green eyes slide down to the flask in the hand. it was tempting, so tempting and alcohol wasn’t normally his vice so that was saying something. “okay,” ender said when they finally spoke, nodding his head.  just because marcos reminded ender of himself didn’t mean that he didn’t have to hold it against the other. “yeah, sure...what do you have in mind, decorating wise?”