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♫ she wears a ring, came through without it. you really think she stay true? i doubt it, 'cause i'm fucking your girlfriend and there's nothing you can do about it. ♫

sullivan vane - the homewrecker.

you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed SULLIVAN VANE walking by. don’t tell me you don’t know who HE is ? they kind of look like HUDSON WILLIAMS and i could be wrong but i think that they might be 26 years old right now. they’ve been living in palmview for the last SIX MONTHS. and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of STERLING ARCHER from ARCHER. if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at COVE WELLNESS CENTER as a YOGA INSTRUCTOR. you see this town isn’t really that big of a place, some folks like to call them the THE HOMEWRECKER of palmview! they took a liking to the name too after a while, go figure. oh crap, they must have heard me yapping. they’re coming this way. i got to warn you though, rumor has it they can pretty SELF-CENTERED at times. i wouldn’t take it too seriously though, from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty LIVELY to me. we see each other all the time since they live in that 3 BEDROOM residence beside me over in HARBORVIEW RESIDENCES. i better leave you to it. it was nice meeting you!

• raised by a "boy mom" who saw her sons as precious angels, and, therefore, never disciplined them regardless of any trouble they caused, alongside two brothers and a sister - who didn't receive anywhere near that same amount of leniency • growing up, sully occasionally wondered why he looked a little different from the rest of his (fully white) family, but chose to accept the numerous lies given to him by his mother over the years - including, but not limited to, her having eaten a lot of korean barbecue during her pregnancy with him. it had always sounded a little off, but he loved his mom, she was perfect, and why would she lie to her special boy? • he didn't find out the truth - that he was a result of an affair with his father's best friend - until age thirteen, and he realized that the extra time he'd spent getting ice cream with "uncle eugene" wasn't because he was the favorite child, but because he was the man's son. something he, arguably, maybe should have caught onto a little sooner, considering he's more or less the spitting image of the man, and hardly looks anything like the rest of his family, but the possibility that his mother would lie to him was just something he refused to believe. • to this day, he will only ever make excuses for her regarding the situation - or any of the other messy behaviors exhibited by her - a total mama's boy through and through. • sully is selfish, vain, and hedonistic, only ever acting with his own best interest in mind. whatever will bring him the most fun and pleasure is the choice he'll make every time, even at the expense of others. • after high school, sully trained to become a yoga instructor - pretty much entirely with the plan of using his job to get closer to bored housewives, and, eventually, into bed with them. surprisingly, he wound up actually liking his job beyond that initial goal - one he's had a fair amount of success with - and describes himself as something of a philanthropist: giving back to the community by helping to stretch out all the baddies in town. • though he's new to the palmview area specifically - having moved here to be closer to his girlfriend, who he later cheated on - he's been in florida for a few years now, not far from town. the relationship might not have worked out, but he decided to stick around anyway, curious to see what more this place might have to offer him.

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sunshinesfm

" why can't you ? is it because you don't have anywhere to put it or something ? that's why you have a pocket. " she shrugged her shoulders at his response. " i'm sure you'll figure it out. i don't think it'll be that hard to do. " she'd gave him a look, in a way, it almost even had made her laugh. " no.. but i might. so, don't say too many silly things or i may just end up deciding against helping you ever again which i already am questioning my decision. can't go back on it now. " eve shook her head at sullivan, moving her sunglasses down that rested ontop of her head down to the bridge of her nose now. " okay, but what if they start getting suspicious .. then what ? "

sullyvane

"my pockets are for phone numbers scribbled on napkins, not laundry pens." sully in forms evelyn, matter-of-factly, like it should have been obvious to her. "bonus points for little lipstick kisses." the mental image makes him smile fondly, distracted by it for a good few seconds, before turning serious once again at the task before them. "nothing i've said tonight has been silly. i've meant every word of it. we can't let these bartending overlords go mad with power. today, the beach party, tomorrow... what? weddings? what will happen, when you go to a wedding with a quote, unquote, 'open bar', and they cut you off? huh? and you have to just sit and watch this stupid, happy couple celebrate their happy ending totally sober? not happening! not on my watch!" sully has to take a breath, before continuing, "they're meant to be suspicious. we're not being sneaky about it, we're taking a stand."

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h0tblood

spencer's hungry for it, has been all night, from the moment he slid next to sully at the open bar, to that clandestine rendezvous under the boardwalk, to now, right here in this elevator. he's all over him, tongue slipping through lips, hands all over his shirtless body. he's been waiting and waiting and waiting all night, and now that he can finally have him he's determined to get every last drop. he lets his hands roam lower, too caught up in tongue and teeth that he almost doesn't realize when the elevator dings open.

sullyvane

spencer's touch might be magic, sully thinks, because it's not long before his hurt feelings are once again soothed, and he lets himself forget all about it -- for the moment, at least. right now, things feel normal again, but just as he's really starting to melt into it, the stupid, cockblocking doors are interrupting them. "just press more buttons," he suggests, mumbled against spencer's lips, before remembering that, oh yeah, there's an entire bedroom right down the hall, and maybe it'd be a bit wiser to use it. ...even if it means separating from each other for a minute or two. reluctantly, he presses on spencer's chest, pushing him back, breath heavy as he takes a second to just look at him. "after you, big guy. i know you know the way."

because he'd been there, multiple times in the past couple months, after his break up with alyssa. sometimes he missed his old apartment - one spencer had also been familiar with - but... he had to admit, the close proximity wasn't bad. maybe it'd bring them closer, in more than one way. ...or maybe it'd just give them more opportunity to fuck, but, hey, that was nice too.

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h0tblood

it's not that spencer doesn't want to, it's that he doesn't think he can. staying the night means this, what they had going on, was serious, and he didn't want to think about what else that might mean for them. they hook up, no strings attached, and that was that. no need to complicate things with breakfast, or whatever. or at least, that's what spencer believes. “ yeah, what else? ” he urges as he steps out of the car, leading them towards the elevator. once the doors shut behind them and the button to sully's floor has been pressed, spencer wastes no time pushing him against the wall to kiss him senseless.

sullyvane

for just a second, half a second, maybe, sully almost calls it off. he considers telling spencer goodnight, instead, and going back to his apartment alone, and that thought terrifies him. it means he's in too deep, too affected by the rejection he'd been given, because since when did he turn down a chance to get laid? never. it was against the laws of nature, or something. he had to get it together, and, after taking another second to push everything down as far as he possibly can, he smirks at spencer and tells him, "popsicles," feeling an immense amount of relief when he's pressed up against the wall, because, this he can handle. this is familiar, normal, not scary. just lips and tongue and strong hands on a body that he doesn't totally doesn't care about waking up to the next morning. this. what they were good at. nothing else.

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h0tblood

spencer bites his lip, resisting the urge to say all the obscene things he wants to say if sully holds out for five more minutes. he's always been more of a show, don't tell kind of person, anyway. but what sully truly wants, and what he ends up saying nearly knocks the wind out of him. spencer goes quiet, mulls it over as he pulls up in his parking spot. he'd never stayed until morning before, never even considered it. he was always out before the sun came up, so this … this was something. “ i'm not a good chef, ” he mumbles as he parks the car. “ you'll get food poisoning. ”

sullyvane

sully's not the smartest guy, but he can take a hint -- even if accepting this one doesn't exactly feel great. but, crushing of a blow as it is, unless someone looked very carefully, they wouldn't see it had bothered him. a quick twinge of his lips, and he's good as new, pushing the unease aside with another, stupid joke. "yeah. you're probably right. i'll just stick with my late night snack, then. you know, eggplant, or... whatever." not his best work, but it makes sure the moment doesn't have a chance to settle, and that's all that matters. now, he can just put all his focus into listing phallic shaped foods, instead of facing the sting of rejection. "hot dogs, bananas..." he continues as he unbuckles, not waiting for spencer as he slips out of the car. "cucumbers."

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h0tblood

it sounds a little too sincere from spencer's point of view, even without looking at his face, and all the words he wants to say suddenly catches in his throat. but he doesn't dwell on it, forces himself not to, because sullivan vane has never once been sincere, so why would he start now? “ five more minutes, ” he says, as a hand moves from the steering wheel to caress his inner thigh. “ think you can hold out? ”

sullyvane

"what do i get if i do?" because, of course, there has to be something in it for him, or why else do anything, ever? honestly, five minutes was probably feasible for him - he was pretty sure spencer was struggling more than he was, for once, but that doesn't mean he can't at least try to get a little something out of it. "i know, i know, no ice cream, but-" he thinks it over, trying to come up with another option. grilled cheese? no. even he was starting to get sick of them, after the number he'd consumed this past week. there had to be something else, though. what if- "will you make me breakfast?" of course, that would mean spencer would have to stay until morning, but... what if?

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h0tblood

“ you are so fucking annoying, ” spencer mutters. he shakes his head, keeping his eyes on the road (though really, all he wants to do is stare at him). why he manages to keep putting up with sully is a question for the ages, something he can't even answer himself. he doesn't miss the offer, and he has to keep himself from adjusting his shorts at the risk of seeming like he wants it. “ and so impatient. can't even wait a couple minutes. ”

sullyvane

it's not a no, he notices, but it's also not a yes, and sometimes sully knows when to avoid pushing buttons - even if he more often than not still does it anyway. this time, though, he doesn't, mostly because it means he gets to just keep teasing spencer in the process. "can you blame me? look at you." he does, as he says it, and, though he'd initially intended to mock him, the words become genuine as he glances over, and his breath is nearly taken away. "gorgeous. who could?"

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h0tblood

spencer can only stare in bewilderment, never been good at hiding his emotions. “ no, we're not getting ice cream, ” he doesn't even consider it, just buckles his seatbelt and starts the car. he grimaces at the description, not exactly turned on by the idea of a cold mouth on him, even if it is the summertime. “ if you want it so bad, i'll drop you off and then go home by myself. ”

sullyvane

this time, sully has to hide his mouth behind his hand, but the shaking of his shoulders give away the laughter anyway, pleased with the reaction he's managed to pull out of spencer. "ugh. fine. i guess i'll just give you boring, old, warm-mouthed road head then. since you want to be all... old-school about it." not an offer that had been given to him, but sully still took the chance to shoot his shot, in a way that hopefully made him look agreeable, as he tries to sneak that one in there. "does that work for you, grandpa?"

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h0tblood

when he steps into his car, he does notice sully's apparent lack of a t-shirt, but he doesn't press further. after all, he's easy on the eyes. and it'll be one less article of clothing to discard the second they reach the apartment. at his question, spencer turns his head and furrows his brows. “ are you fucking serious? ” he's about to get laid and all he can think about in the moment is ice cream?

sullyvane

though his question is, yes, partially just ragebait, the more time he lets the idea linger, the more appealing it starts to sound. "...yeah, why not? it'll make my mouth all nice and cold." it's even more challenging than usual, hiding his smirk, but he tries his best. "you ever had it like that? it's fun. different. just because you're a dad, it doesn't mean you're not allowed to get a little silly sometimes, you know."

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realscars

her face plain, leia shrugs. “i can work with that as long as you hold up your end.” he's teetering in her mind on the precipice of not actually following through – which, boo. “you don't seem sure about that.” brows furrow, confused, because the description leaves a bit much to be desired. “what's her number - so i can send her the video." eyes roll, head shakes. “no. just following through on my end.”

sullyvane

"like i said, i'll try my best. not like i'd purposefully try to fall on my ass." of course, being told not to was a pretty surefire way to get sully interested in doing something, especially when intoxicated, but this didn't really seem worth it. "what, like i just have everyone's number memorized?" he tries, throwing out another excuse, "i'm not a phone book."

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h0tblood

it really is tempting, to just do it in the car like sully had suggested, but spencer is practicing self-restraint, and there was no better reward than what comes from delayed gratification. besides, he'd rather see all of him splayed out on the bed for him then have to make do in the backseat. so he steals another kiss from him, then shoves his shirt back in his hand. “ get in, ” he orders, as he makes his way to the driver's side of the car.

sullyvane

sully stares at the shirt for a few seconds and considers just leaving it behind on the pavement, so he has an excuse to remain shirtless, before inevitably deciding that it's too good a shirt to waste. a stroke of drunken genius hits him once he slips into the car, however, and, before spencer gets in, he's quick to stuff the shirt as far back under the seat as he can. there. now he could remain all hot and alluring and topless, and, the next time spencer cleaned out his car, he'd be reminded of him. brilliant. "you wanna stop at mcdonalds on the way back?" a distraction from the missing shirt - and an excuse to prolong their night together. win-win. "i could use an ice cream cone."

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devilsinthedetail24

#musings.#usfw

h0tblood

spencer rolls his eyes, but he'd be lying if he didn't admit to considering it. to get him off in his car, fog up his tinted windows. surely no one would notice, with everyone too busy on the beach to be hanging around the parking lot. but even when painfully horny he's got some discipline — he's not sure the same can be said about the man he's currently with. when they get to his car, spencer pushes him up against the door of the passenger's seat, hands splayed across his toned stomach. “ can you? ” he asks, leaning in close that their lips brush.

sullyvane

the feeling of the car door against his back, cold from the light evening chill, makes sully shiver - but not nearly as much as the low tone of spencer's voice, or the hands that tease what's to come. "no." he answers honestly, "but you knew that." all spencer had to do was say the word, and he'd be crawling into that backseat, but he's not about to push his luck. not this time, not when it seems to be on his side. he can wait. maybe. "you ready to get out of here? or do you need to keep feeling me up for a few minutes?"

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realscars

“i'll take that at least.” it's a verbal .. compromise? not enough to be a promise, not to say she trusts his word on that anyway, and something tells her sully isn't the type to negotiate in a fair way regardless. brows furrow slightly; she'd never met a rhia. though, leia is still technically a new fish in old pond, so that's not a surprising. “and who is that?”

sullyvane

"good, 'cause it's the best you're gonna get." sully wrinkles his nose, searching around again - this time, looking for any sort of distraction from this conversation topic. "she's... you know. my friend. i just said that." also, technically, his nearly two-year-old niece, but leia didn't need to know every detail. "i'm not making you go through every buddy in your contact list, am i?"

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connorhudsongifs

Behind the scenes of Mad Woman with Hudson Williams

#visage.

h0tblood

spencer follows like a dog on a leash, obedient and a little eager. he doesn't even think about the implications of them walking out from under the boardwalk together like this, but maybe what little alcohol he had buzzing in his bloodstream is responsible for his lack of shame. then again, everyone up on the beach is either drunk out of their minds or preoccupied with their own activities, so he doubts anyone would notice them anyway. “ your place? ” he asks, though he supposes the answer should be obvious — he's pretty certain sully has never even seen his room.

sullyvane

as opposed to spencer's, where he lived with his ex? yeah, that was probably a safe bet, sully decides, but he chooses not to say the quiet part out loud. "unless you want me in your car. i ain't picky." he's tempted to stop here, in the middle of the boardwalk, just to kiss him again -- but he doesn't. it'd be a bit much, probably, and so, instead, he just slows his tracks, letting spencer take the lead now. after all, he doesn't know where he'd parked. "but surely you can manage to resist me for, what, fifteen, twenty minutes? not like you're hard as a rock right now, or anything."

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sunshinesfm

" no, i'm not. i'm just saying. if you don't want to get more stains on your shirt that there's a solution to ... not doing that. " evelyn could see that sullivan was just making more of a mess and began to shake her head. " are you trying to annoy me right now ? because if you are ... that's the worst idea. " evelyn would say, a knowing look now appearing along her features. " don't make me regret my decision. which i can clearly see that you might ! " he seemingly had the worst ideas and apart of her was hoping that sullivan was only just kidding with his suggestion. “ are you kidding or are you being serious ? that's how you continue to get yourself cut off from the open bar. now i'm sure that sounds fun to you, but that's probably the worst idea. do you have any better plans ? ”

sullyvane

"i can't carry around a laundry pen like some weirdo, though." he lets the shirt fall, giving up on the stain for now. "i'll just have to figure it out when i get home." and by that, he meant his mom would have to figure it out for him, next time she came to help with laundry. "why? do you bite?" sully laughs, not really helping the case if he wasn't trying to annoy her, but, honestly, he could probably go either way with that one. "i'm dead serious. the only way they'll ever be stopped from their... tyrannical rampage, is if we do something about it. i'm not just gonna sit back and be silent. that's what they want."

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