Our Little World

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Crystal was putting the last touches of her make up on, wanting to look her best for Stevie. She knew that he would like whatever she had on, and probably wouldn’t notice, but she still wanted to impress him. She doesn’t know when impressing him became a part of her routine, or when she actually started liking Stevie in a more than friends way, but she did. He was different from other people she had dated in the past. And he was easy to talk to, and open up with to. And they got a long really great.

It’s been months since she joined wink and although that site seemed promising, she really wasn’t expecting to form any lasting friendships. But her friendship with Stevie proved her wrong. And she was looking forward to seeing where this friendship ended up going.

She was checking her phone for any messages and to put in on vibrate, when she heard the knock at the door. She took a few deep breaths, before opening the door. “Hey handsome.” She reached forward and gave him a short hug before stepping aside, to let him in and closing the door behind him. “How has your day been so far? Can I get you anything?”

The first thing Stevie saw when the door opened was Crystal’s smile. There was something different about the way she wore her make up and he didn’t want to come out and compliment it first thing, but he took a mental note to bring it up at some point. His hands went to her waist, not gripping it but laying them comfortably until she pulled back. “No complaints so far. Work went on for what felt a week but now I’m here I can decompress from the day.” 

As soon as he was invited in Stevie took a step inside and lowered his soft blue gaze to fully look at her for a good moment. “You look pretty tonight, Crystal.” It was a short and simple compliment but the smile which attached to it showed it was completely sincere. “A water would be good. My throat feels very dry.” He kept close to the door as he didn’t want to be too bold and make himself at him considering this was his first time there.

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It’d been months since Stevie met Crystal and he liked how he felt whenever they talked. She understood him better than anyone outside his family and that went a long way for him. There were moments during their small meet ups since then when he thought about holding her hand. Or kissing her. The types of things he never would have dreamt of initiating with someone and he wondered if she felt the same about him. 

The issue was he didn’t know how to approach this. They had such a great friendship going and to want to try something more, even though they met on a dating site, worried him. Still, that didn’t get in the way of their hangouts. 

Stevie knocked on Crystal’s door and placed his hand deep into his coat pocket. The weather been chilly due to the fact Christmas was nearly two weeks away. It may not be snowy, as it was back home where his parents lived, but it still had a bit of a nip in the air.

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Matt wanted a dog. This wasn’t new but when it came to his schedule it made it virtually impossible to go out and get one. Every once in awhile, when he had free time, he would go to the shelter and volunteer. It was tough, damn tough, to leave that place at the end of the day without an animal in need of a loving home. Which was where he was at the moment. There was an hour or so left before it was time to call it a day and he was at the stage where he battled with his heart to bring one of these adorable and sweet to his house. “It’s hard to not adopt all of these little guys,” he said with a nail clipper in his hand, struggling with a dog to get it’s nails clipped.

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Zoo Trip || Stevie & Crystal

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tayandjess1x1s:

As Sam looked around the party, and Chloe’s new place, he couldn’t be anything but happy for her. Getting your own place is a huge sign of independence and if anyone was responsible enough to handle such  responsibility, it was Chloe. Being around her and their friends made him realize how much he missed her. She was always the light in his life whenever he felt darkness around him. She was his best friend and in someways, his soulmate. Platonic of course. Sam grimace at that word. What he felt for Chloe was anything but platonic. But over the years, he learned to just stamp down that feeling and be whatever it is that she needed. Besides, he knew she didn’t feel that way, and he would never do anything or say anything to make her feel uncomfortable. So his true feelings will forever be a secret between him and his journal. 

Sam was so lost in thought, he didn’t realize how crowded the party was becoming. He shouldn’t have been surprised because everyone loved Chloe. Of course they would want to come and help her celebrate the next chapter in her life. Sam’s eyes scanned the crowd until he found who he was looking for. His best friend so happy, and having fun, and that was radiating all over her face. He walked over to her with beer in hand and a smile on his face. “You my friend, seem like you could use a bit of cooling down.” He held the beer out, waiting for her take it. “You had a good turn out.”

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To be on her own was exhilarating! Chloe wanted this day to come ever since she turned seventeen but it wasn’t anything she could achieve without landing a solid job and working her little butt off to make enough to afford all the bills. Who knew there was more to living on your own other than rent? There were bills and food and insurance and a lot of crap nobody ever told her about. It was when her parents sat her down and gave her a big, heaping dose of reality that Chloe knew it’ll be some time before she could afford it.

And that time was now, nearly four years later. It took a long time but she wanted to be financially secure with enough money in savings to pay for a full years worth of bills in case anything happened. Along with some extra to help cover the cost of this party because there was no way she was to move into a new place and not throw a housewarming party!

She chatted with so many people, not remembering if she invited all these people or if they invited themselves. As she turned to say something to someone her best friend appeared and she smiled brightly. “You read my mind,” she said as she took the beer and down half of it in one go, lowering the cup and hiccuping almost immediatly. “God, Sam. Do we even know this many people?” She looked around the room and laughed. “I think most of these are the people who live in this complex.”

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tayandjess1x1s:

Sam hated to think of Chloe being like this with anyone else. The mere idea made his blood percolate beneath the surface of his skin. But he could tell that was just his feelings for her growing. Sam knew he would never judge her for anything because with this virus, you couldn’t really control your urges. So instead of him letting he jealousy take over, he found much more pleasure in channeling his whims into hot sexual liaisons with Chloe- each new heated encounter between them, being hotter than the last. He’d almost forgotten how good it felt to bury his swollen cock deep inside of her hot, tight core. How every inch of his hot organ was caressed by the snug pink folds between her deliciously thick thighs.

Sam felt as if he was in heaven, slowly pumping his hips against Chloe’s, working his stiff length in and out of her soft folds. Sliding his palms over her smooth sides, grasping her hips, Sam nuzzled his nose against hers. It was incredible how they moved in sync, their bodies entwining in a sensual harmony. “You feel…incredible.” He exhaled, gently kissing Chloe’s soft lips as her fingertips grazed against his nude back. “Oh Chloe,” He groaned, thrusting his hips forward, burying his slick cock deeper inside of her. He tunneled his hands underneath her, squeezing her firm cheeks with his palms, pulling her tight to him. Leaning back, Sam pulled them both into a seated position, Chloe straddling his lap. He lifted his hand, gently pushing her hair over her shoulder as he leaned forward to plant a trail of soft kisses down her throat, slowly working in and out of her.   

Sam wrapped one of his muscular arms around Chloe’s waist, happily guiding her body up and down in his lap. His free hand snaked up behind the girl’s neck, his fingers weaving into her hair, grasping a soft chunk of hair, simultaneously squeezing her warm nape.  Sam couldn’t think of a more intimate way to make love to Chloe than this, face-to-face, with her straddling his hips. His lips blazed a lazy trail down to her heaving bosom, meticulously paying tribute to both of her spectacular breasts, his tongue circling around her stiff nipples. “I won’t stop until you’re satisfied…” He promised with a breathy sigh, lifting his lips toward her mouth.

When Sam brought her up, wrapping his strong arm around her body and laying the most precious kisses to her heated skin, Chloe soft breaths deepened. To say she craved this was an understatement because a craving was only meant to satisfy temporarily. Yearning, on the other hand, this was closer to what she would use to describe what she needed from him. Chloe’s hips rocked against him, allowing Sam to use his strength to cause her to ride him deeper; going slow with each movement because they weren’t in a rush. 

“What if I’m never satisfied?” She groaned, pressing her kiss-swollen lips together and rolling her head back because she wanted him to kiss at every bit of exposed skin as possible. “What if I need this from you all the time?” A small hand went to his arm, trailing her nails down the smooth, warm skin until she gripped it. Chloe’s words were labored and gruff, the girl’s brow knitted together when she felt a particular wave of heat pool within which caused her to want to push him down on the bed to ride out. But she didn’t. She refused to react to that part of her which wanted that hard fuck. Not with him. Not today.

“I’ve missed you,” Chloe brought her face back down to look at him. “I really missed you. Not just because of this. I’ve missed everything,” Chloe laid  both arms against his shoulders and used her strength to ride him more, loosening her legs from around his waist to make this motion smoother for the both of them. “Fuck,” she whispered word too low for him to hear as she moaned again.

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“Ever heard of the movie Avatar? It’s the movie with the blue people.” Sam described it like that because in case the name of the movie doesn’t ring a bell, maybe he’ll remember seeing a preview or commercial with blue people. “It’s the language they speak. It’s a fictional language, but obviously I’m probably one of the few people who learned the language.” As Noah started talking about the tattoo pain, Sam had to admit that he wasn’t someone who took well to needles. He actually hated them. “It’s good that he knew you and allowed you to get the tattoo. I know someone who wanted one, but they were 16 and even if , his parents gave permission, the tattoo guy didn’t do it. Puts things in perspective.” Sam bit his lip a bit before asking Noah a question, something to get the question away from sad topics and memories. “So have you ever just made a rash decision, or just like did something without thinking of consequences, and then regretted it eventually?”

At first the only blue people came to mind were the Smurfs but that didn’t seem it because they spoke English. Noah thought about something else and he shook his head slowly. “Sorry. I can only think of the cartoon and life action movie of the Smurfs. If you have a picture or video then that may help. He kept his legs up and crossed his arms around them. “I think if we were allowed to do what we wanted at sixteen then it would help get a lot of the wild out of us at an earlier age. There would also be a lot of bad consequences I imagine but not sure it would be much different than eighteen.”

“I have a couple times. After my brother died I got on my motorcycle and didn’t stop driving until I was almost three states over. It took me that entire time to call home and let my mom and dad know I’m okay They didn’t know I took off until the next day when I didn’t show up for dinner.” Noah laughed at the memory now, however it was a humorless one. “I don’t regret it. Have you done anything you regret?” He though to ask before he lost his nerve.

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The soft sound of pencil against paper filled the dimly lit but clean room. Sam sat against the headboard of the bed, his covers precariously hung on his lap as he bent over a sketchbook. A look of pure concentration in his emerald gaze before he distractedly wiped a strand of blonde hair out of her face, His intense green eyes fell on the young woman lying next to him. She lay sprawled out and fast asleep as they shared the blanket. Her face was peaceful in sleep and almost innocent as she laid there. Sam returned his gaze back to his sketchbook, the sound of pencil against paper started up again with renewed fever. He was so enthralled in his sketch, that he didn’t even realized that she had wakened. He watched her silently get up and get dressed, before he got up himself and walked her to the door. She smiled and waved at him, and he nodded at her before closing the door. Was this what his life was always going to be? A string of one night stands, where he didn’t even remembered the girl’s name afterward? Sam hoped not, but given that this has been his life for the last couple of months, he didn’t see how anything was going to change.

Sam was lost in thought when he heard a chime on his cell phone. He had to stop and think where he last saw his phone. It was probably thrown somewhere when he was trying to remove his clothes in record speed. After about ten minutes of searching, he found his phone underneath the bed. He checked it, and saw that it was a text from his friend reminding him that they were supposed to meet at this new club to check it out. Sam didn’t feel like going anywhere, but it definitely beat sitting in his hotel room feeling sorry for himself. So with renewed purpose, Sam jumped in the shower, and before he knew it, he was dressed and walking towards his destination.

Clubs and bars wasn’t really his scene, but in the past two months that he has been in New Orleans, that’s all he seemed to be frequented. So he knew the drill with the bouncers and with less hassle than he was used to, he was ushered inside. Sam made a bee line for the bar, because drinking has become part of this new life. He ordered a plain beer, and while he was waiting for the bartender to return, he took in his surroundings. The atmosphere had a different vibe then most clubs that he has been to, and it wasn’t too crowded and overbearing. He took a sip of the beer the bartender put in front of him, and then gave him his money plus a tip. When asked if he wanted a tab, Sam declined and turned his back to the bartender, scanning the room of smiley faces. People having a good time. He took another swig and felt like he should get lost in the sea of bodies also.

The commotion backstage reminded her high school, a world which taught her the importance of stage performance and how to make a set truly pop you needed to enhance it just enough with a bit of theatrics. It was magic in a sense. Mercedes Jones applied this to everything she did since those long-gone days, incorporating it into her music videos and performances. Which tonight would be filled with as she had incredible talent to work with in this city? The heart and soul behind each of her performers flowed from them with ferocity compared to those she came across in Los Angeles when she took that first step after graduation.

Mercedes went to the small make up area and gave the first performer, a young girl fresh out of high school and in search of a big break, a look over. Her nerves reminded her of the ones she faced before every performance but managed to channel in, finding that way to help fuel her passion for everything which encompassed her love of singing.

Everything geared up to the first show and Mercedes moved from the back, sitting in one of the bar stools with her hands clasped together tight in front of her chest. This moment, one she dreamt of for years, kept her heart rate high and her spirits even higher. There were those who tried to talk her out of opening a club; saying the success rate in a city with so many to begin with, was low but the woman didn’t hear any of that. This was her baby right here and she planned to nature it in any way whatsoever to watch it thrive.

As soon as the first note flowed from the piano, which was seat to the far side of the stage, she sucked In a slow breath and prayed for people to appreciate the ambiance she tried to achieve of bringing old school jazz clubs back; complete with a small section for instruments and a dance floor. The people poured In slowly while her girl on stage moved past her initial butterflies and soared into the next verse, Mercedes nodding and smiling bright at her with encouragement. You got this, baby. She said whispered. You got this.

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tayandjess1x1s:

Tristan looked around the little diner before focusing back on Justin. “One of the reasons I like coming here is because it never really gets too crowded. I can eat my lunch in peace without people coming up to me to question me about the mayor. Tristan looked at the menu to see what he wanted, but in reality, he was just looking to calm his nerves. He knows that menu like the back of his hands, and he always ends up ordering the same thing. “Um, I’ll probably just get a grill chicken wrap, with a Caesar salad, and some coffee. What looks good for you?” Tristan laid down his menu, and folded his hands, looking up at Justin. “I’m free Sunday. Just give me your address, and I will show up ready to get down to business. And I’ll keep an open mind about things.” Tristan loved his predictable blue and black self, but if Justin was willing to help him make his clothe choices a bit more colorful, then he was going to go with it. It may prove to be a very successful make over.

Justin enjoyed watching this delicious man speak, noticing the casual way his eyes dropped to passively skim the menu though something told him he wasn’t reading the words. He flicked to the front of the menu and located what he wanted within moments. “The soup and salad combo for moi,” he spoke after the menu dropped to the side of the table as if it were an indicator to the waitress they were ready. “Along with a cup of hot tea on the side,” Justin preferred light meals, only keeping breakfast as the heaviest of the day. “Splendid!” The man chimed before he pulled his phone free from his inside jacket pocket. “We will make the most of the morning. I hope you enjoy mimosas,” Justin’s phone kept to his hand and he looked to the dark-haired Adonis. “What’s your number, gorgeous?”

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Kristina giggled at Ryan’s ramble. “I am sure you aren’t given yourself enough credit. This meal will be a piece of cake, and I bet next year, you will be a pro.” Kristina raised her eyebrow at Ryan’s flirting. “Well I honestly don’t know if that’s a good thing because technically, you still didn’t ask me out. But I’ll chalked that up to nerves. “So what are you doing next weekend?” Kristina wasn’t always this bold, but something about Ryan really made her feel comfortable around him. He seemed like a harmless guy, and he was  very handsome, a great combo in Kristina’s book.

“Assuming I’m not in jail for murdering my family with food poisoning,” he started as soon as the shock of her asking the question trickled away, “I’m pretty free. I only work during the week so weekends are free for a bit until game season kicks in. I cram as much laziness in as possible which is typically me playing games or hitting the gym at my apartment. A type of way to catch up because I’m so busy during the week.” Had he told her what he does for a living? Did he know anything about her past her name and that she was pretty and awesome for helping him out with his cooking. Even if it’s from a distance. “I teach at the local high school. I’m a coach.” Ryan liked how up front she was about this so he decided it was only fair to meet her halfway and asked, “You want to get dinner? I promise it won’t be anything I put together. Don’t want to subject you to that nightmare.”

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“A break up?” Sam wasn’t sure he was hearing right. He knew how the two were basically soul-mates and after everything they went through, he just knew they could make it through anything. But the look of despair on his friend’s face, told him all he needed to know. Sam sat down next to Blaine and rested his hand on the middle of his back, patting it softly. “What happened? You guys are engaged and were getting ready to start your lives together. Are you getting cold feet or something?”

An air of defensiveness struck when Sam assumed it was him behind the break up. Blaine pulled forward and away from his touch because of this. “I don’t have cold feet. I have no doubt in my mine Kurt and I are to be together. We’ve been through so much to get where we are today. So much, Sam,” he repeated with emphasis. “I want to be mad. I want to stand and yell at the stars if it will help me deal with the amount of pain I feel in my heart,” He stood and spun on his heels, laying a hand over his chest. “Kurt tells me the spark is gone. How can a spark be gone when I still feel it as much as I did when we met?” Blaine lowered his hand and turned his back to Sam, crossing his arms and biting down hard on his lower lip. The sting from the bite did nothing to dispel the ache in his chest. “I want to go up and talk to him and see if we can just put things on hold instead of ending altogether.” He said this more to himself than Sam.

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Sam thought about Noah’s question for a long while before answering. He hadn’t really thought about tattoos because he knew how his parent’s were/ “If I was to get a tattoo, and it not be any of these sketches, I would probably get a small symbol that means a lot to me and put it somewhere where no one can find it, but me. Like maybe a phrase, from star wars, or something in Na’vi, or maybe the Darth Vadar helmet, something like that.” Sam was sure that if Noah didn’t think he was a nerd before, he knew now. “Dd it hurt? I heard depending on certain spots on your body, it can be very painful.”

Noah smiled or thought he did but it wasn’t such a foreign sensation that his muscles might have forgotten how to cause one to form. Yet, inside, he found the ideas interesting and unique. Maybe even something he could see someone like Sam into. Not that he knew him well enough to say he could see him getting one of those. “What’s Na’vi?” he thought to ask, not exactly someone who knew a whole lot when it came to pop culture, which he assumed was. “Is it from Star Wars, too?” When Noah thought about his tattoo and when he got it, he felt as if it happened to someone else. He wasn’t sober and there was a lot of emotional pain. Physical? It was a blur. “It didn’t hurt much for me. It could be different for you if you decide to go for it.” Noah took a long, deep breath and dropped his head down. “I was drunk when I got this one. I didn’t think they would do it but the guy knew me and my brother. He got I’m not the type to make rash choices.”

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Sam kept her as still as he could while she squirmed with delight under the teasing ministrations of his fingers and tongue. “Mmm,” He groaned, greedily inhaling Chloe’s dizzying scent as her excitement drizzled out to meet his lapping tongue. Her sensual moans filled his ears as he pumped his fingers diligently in and out of her sweet, hot hole. She was squeezing him so tightly inside of her, that it became increasingly difficult to withdraw his slick digits from between her luscious thighs. Sam alternated between toying with her clit, kissing her inner thighs and grazing his teeth over any areas of exposed skin that he could reach. Anything he could think of to bring her pleasure, he made sure to do. Sam happily licked her rosy clit, working her wet tunnel as fervently as his hand could manage. He continued pumping his fingers inside of her as her body shook, energetically delivering her pent-up release. Dragging his tongue up and down her pink slit, slowly easing his digits from her spasming walls, Sam devoured Chloe’s syrupy cum, not wanting any of it to go to waste. 

Sam smiled as Chloe trembled in his hands, unable to hide the pleasure coursing through her beautiful body. He swelled with pride at the knowledge that he’d brought her to such heights, his cheek even warmed to a slight hue of pink. Reluctantly releasing his grasp on her smooth curves, Sam lifted his gaze to and reached up to remove the pillow. He wanted to see her completely. When he was able to gaze into her eyes, he let out a small gasp. He’d never seen her eyes shining so brightly. Had he brought her all this happiness? He was hesitant to think it.  He wanted her more than he ever wanted anything. That was an undeniable truth at this point. Adjusting his weight on top of her, Sam softly brushed their lips together in a soft kiss. They shared her sweet nectar as he settled between her legs, their hips pressed close together.  He closed his eyes, basking the delicate touch of her soft lips, before reaching over to his nightstand, taking out a condom, and in record speed, covered his hardened cock. Sam, leaned back down over his lover, his erection eagerly pointing toward its destination. Scooping his hands underneath her butt, Sam lightly pressed his lips to Chloe’s, guiding his thick tip to her glistening slit. Grasping her firm cheeks tight, he eased his covered head between her puffed lips, slowly filling her snug passage. 

Sam took a moment to catch his breath as his cock nestled happily between Chloe’s snug walls. He kissed her slowly, letting her get used to his presence deep within her beautiful body. He ran his thumb over her smooth cheek, pecking her throat and then her collarbone as he adjusted his position over her, cautiously pulling his hips back. Breathing softly against her neck, Sam aligned his hips with Chloe’s again and eased his length back inside of her. “Chloe” He groaned at the delightful sensation of her core hugging him tight. If it were even possible, she felt tighter than she did the very first time he entered her. Pushing his rigid shaft back and forth between her soft, pink folds, Sam gazed deeply into Chloe’s eyes. He felt an intense connection to her, like he hadn’t felt with anyone before. He wondered if she felt the same, but he was too invested in the intimacy of the moment to ask.   

When Chloe learned of the virus, she marked it as something that could only cause trouble. It wasn’t something she learned from her stay in rehab. It was just the way things when whenever sex was involved. There were those who were fine with fucking around; continuing on their sort of friends with benefits situation. Then there were those who needed that constant scratch; unable to put themselves with other people because they needed it from one person. Even when that one person wasn’t able to satisfy them completely. 

Then there were those who didn’t care who they went after as long as they got off. Causing a type of destructive path of hurt feelings and broken hearts. As much as she tried to be a good person Chloe went overboard, finding it hard to turn away any man or woman who wanted to get with her. It caused her family grief and she was certain there were men who’s marriages were fucked up because of her. Not that it was her fault they cheated in the first place.

Chloe was certain her life would be of that, fucking without consequence essentially because she just didn’t care. she went into another place when her mind shifted to it. To be honest, it scared her. It scared her to think at such a young age she would be without that feeling of connection with another person. That it was about getting off and nothing more. Yet...there was something that transpired between her and someone special in a small open field in the woods some time back. The very person who caused her mind to slow down and for to experience more than having a good orgasm. It was different. Foreign. Something she wanted to experience more of. 

With everything Sam has done over the course of their relationship, one which formed that afternoon into a friendship unlike any other, Chloe knew there was something to this. That even with this virus you could find something wholesome and pure. And the way he felt inside her, how his mouth touched her and the way his hands roamed her body. There was meaning to it. That there was something passionate she wanted to experience with him and only him. 

Chloe’s eyes closed, drinking in the way he said her name and how gentle he was with how he moved against her. Her body anchored against his and a hot, heavy sigh left her lips before she pressed them together and moaned lowly against him. Her body wanted more and more. Everything was amped given what he did to her before, causing her body to feel sensitive to each and every touch and she whispered his name as her lips parted; finding his cheek to decorate the sweetest, most delicate kisses imaginable. Chloe’s hands skirted upwards on his broad back and she arched the fingers just enough to press her nails into his skin. A though fluttered her hazy mind, one which told her this was what she’d waited for. He was who she waited for. But she didn’t dare say it. To say it meant a lot and, honestly, it terrified her.