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— independent multi muse & multi verse blog; penned by hali. 21+.
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camille’s pale cheeks bloom soft cherry when a compliment’s volleyed back her way, always more comfortable giving than receiving in that department. “thanks,” she offers bashfully, briefly flustered, until she remembers why she’s here and especially in need with avani’s perfect face. “that’s actually a big reason why i wanted to see you today.” nimble hands shuffle around her oversized bag, slowly pulling out clearly loved (re: highly used) notepad, overwhelmed with dialogue and notes. “i’m almost done with my script, and when i think of the lead role, i can only envision you. i’m pretty sure that i’ve, like, subconsciously designed the role for you. does that sound insane?” probably, but that’s camille’s usual approach. “and i was wondering if you’d consider reading the script and maybe be my leading lady?”
avani isn't sure where camille is going with her words as she reaches into her bag and pulls something out. at first she thinks camille's fucking with her, because there's no way this is real. but the blonde seems so sincere, and realization slowly creeps its way up to them. "wait — are you serious ? camille ! you're joking." they move closer and peer curiously at the notebook in hand, though even avani's not bold enough to rip it from her hands ( as much as they may want to. ) "first of all, i would do absolutely anything for you." dramatic, but 'within reason' aren't words in avani's vocabulary. "but are you sure ? yes -- of course ! yes." she's nodding and squeezing her hands into excited fists to contain her emotions best she can. "tell me more. i need to know everything."
would be lying if he said that the night they shared wasn't one that he'd spent ample time thinking about since the moment it happened, and craved nothing except to replicate that night : once, twice, as many times as they wanted. “ they won't fire you either. ” he would make sure of that, even if the probability of the wrong ears hearing about their night together was slim to none. he'd had a stronger pull on the company than he led on, and this would definitely be one of those times where he would use it to his advantage. a sense of relief falls on his face when she doesn't regret it, and maybe that was a bad thing, considering he now wanted to close the space between them again. “ i'm not saying we have to broadcast it. ” inches frame downwards, closer to hers as he drinks in her familiar scent, “ it's just — it's not easy seein' you now and not thinking about it. especially since i want it to happen again. ”
"yes they will," she disagrees immediately, not bothering to wait for any more assurances. as far as she's concerned, they're hollow. holly's not an idiot — when it comes down to it, he'll be quick to throw her under the bus. and even if he doesn't naturally, they'll force him to. she's replaceable here, an easy scapegoat for any minor indiscretions. "killian ... " she warns quietly as he gets closer, her own resolve threatening to slip away as she feels her body react. holly's got no one to blame but herself. she's conditioned it to be this way, allowed herself to indulge in fantasies when she should've remained focused on work. and now that they've crossed that line, it feels pretty impossible to undo. "you can think about it all you want. that doesn't mean it should happen again." it's unclear who she's trying to convince, him or himself.
"really," he echoes, gaze flickering elsewhere. he feels humiliated, like he shouldn't have offered that information up so freely. kobi could've played coy, could've kept sebastian from knowing just how pathetic he was. sure, he'd been on a few dates and kissed a few people in their time apart - - but he never let it go further. a specific pair of warm brown eyes were always in the back of his mind, haunting him in the most beautiful way. on top of it all, kobi found that he didn't feel safe with anyone else. sebastian felt like home - - only in his presence could kobi be vulnerable. he'd waited around for sebastian in college, clinging to any sliver of hope that maybe sebastian felt the same way. and that habit never seemed to leave him - - even now, he's still waiting around. cheeks grow hot and a quiet laugh escapes him, "yeah…yeah, i am. can't you tell?" his excitement wasn't exactly a secret between their bodies and it was the perfect reminder that kobi needed to adjust himself. the only times kobi had reached a climax since they parted ways was when he was alone and thinking of sebastian. he groans softly, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of sebastian's teeth sinking into his brim. wants sebastian to sink his teeth into his neck - - mark kobi as his. kobi's happy with the response, could handle waiting knowing that sebastian did want him. "good," he hums, thumb running across sebastian's cheek, "because i'm very pent up for you." a callback to sebastian's earlier assumption. as he hides his face, kobi wishes he could turn back time - - perhaps even years - - to when they first met. maybe he could prevent himself from falling so helplessly in love with someone who'd never feel the same. he hopes sebastian will move past the slip-up, but ( of course ) he doesn't. kobi's heart sinks in his chest, not daring to look the other in his eyes. "seb…" name comes out as a plea. he folds in on himself, shifting further out of the comfort of sebastian's arms because he doesn't deserve to be there. "more…way more than a friend," the confession slips through his lips, dripping in shame. gaze finally meets sebastian's in the pale moonlight, "i shouldn't have…god, i shouldn't have said anything. i know you've never felt the same and that's okay." kobi's panicking, struggling to find air as he drowns in the tears that start falling down his cheeks. "this doesn't have to change our friendship. please…can we just forget i said anything?"
"yeah, i can kinda tell," sebastian confirms, a satisfied smile plastered over his expression at the idea of being the one to rile kobi up like this. it's nice to know his body still reacts to him two years removed. that much is very mutual. he doesn't think to question why kobi would suddenly break his celibacy for him. connecting dots has never been his strong suit — people need to do that for him. "you're killing me," he warns at the comment that he's very pent up for him, specifically. seb doesn't know why he thought it'd be a good idea to crawl into bed with kobi and tempt himself in this way, but he didn't think any of it totally through until it was happening. so now he's squeezing kobi's sides with both his hands and wondering if it'd really be that bad to just go for it. but before he can come to any kind of decision, they're on a topic sebastian couldn't have predicted if he'd tried. the conversation slips from him before he can stop it, spinning into a mess as he feels kobi pull himself from his grasp and admit to feeling something 'way more' than friendship. he's surprised. floored, actually, and it takes him a moment to compose himself. 'i always have', kobi had shared. so seb's playing immediate catchup, running through the course of their friendship in his mind and wondering exactly when things shifted for him. there's that guilt in his chest again, but this time it's carried by the realization that he might've been leading him on every time they hooked up with each other. all the flirty comments, the ones he remembers and the many more he doesn't, they contributed to this, too. his eyes are wide as their gazes catch ( he's been practically gawking at him this whole time, dumb and trying to make sense of any of this. ) "no — i'm glad you ... i'm glad you told me." what's he supposed to say ? it's true that sebastian didn't reciprocate the feelings back in the day. but what's equally surprising to him as kobi's confession is that it doesn't totally freak him out. he's confused, sure, but he doesn't feel a need to jump from the bunk and run. and shouldn't he ? "oh fuck, kobi," seb props himself up with an elbow and lifts the edge of their blanket to wipe the other's face. "i don't want to hurt you. i'm processing. i just really had no idea." forgetting this is out of the question.
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"—oh?!" directly after giovani has his little outburst, julian sputters this noise out in a nervous, mildly alarmed laugh — you know, not having expected such... fire behind a response. not having expected anything like that, in fact, to come out of giovani, and then his heart feels like it's blooming with warth in the core of his chest when he's saying it's because he likes his hair this way.
he likes something about him. that's really good — no, that's a great start. just like it's great that giovani is italian... and gay; no, bisexual. bisexual and interested in guys, even in guys with brown hair, like his brown hair; which he likes, he just said so. burning red, fighting off a grin, julian feels genuinely dizzied by this exchange. "it's great because... i'm flirting with you, really badly, but i am, so it'd suck if you weren't gay. spoiler alert: you are the italian guy i am currently interested in. i just said it super fucking weird." he says this sentence a little on the fast side, still excitably nervous, head shaking in amused incredulousness. he settles his eyes on the wall, picks up another drink, and sips with his stare set far away. that is, until he drags his gaze back to him, and says, unabashedly, grin crooked: "you're hot as fuck. can't blame me for trying. i get it, if you're not interested, though." from the way they say it, it's clear that they're prepared for a rejection, eyes falling away again, hand lifting for another drink, smile twitching off their face; they're expecting this to be rejection, honestly. they were so fucking awkward about it. they have no idea that giovani's overthinking everything just the same, no idea how affected he is. there is no part of him that guesses giovani had a flame for him in high school or now, because as much as he didn't think boys were an option, it's never occurred to him that boys have liked him before. he braces himself.
gio sets his glass down and cradles it between both his hands, listening very carefully to each and every word spilling from julian's lips ( because there's a lot of them ! and it's not easy for him to make sense of their true intentions even when they're speaking at a normal pace. well, normal for julian. plus some girl is belting a power ballad in the background. badly. ) is he hearing him correctly ... interested in him ? there was a point in the conversation where giovani thought julian was really flirting, but he wrote it off as a fleeting thing to pass time. julian's always been kind of a flirt, if he remembers correctly. spelling it out for him like this feels more pointed, as haphazard as it come out. 'hot as fuck'. hot as fuck, they said. about him. oh, he's gotta be drunk. maybe both of them are.
"wait—" giovani interrupts, leaning forward and sliding his glass on the counter far enough to accidentally knock into julian's. he hears them start to backtrack and he's immediately stressed in his head. did he already miss the window ? maybe julian realized how awkward gio is as soon as he admitted flirting with him. maybe he didn't answer quick enough, and now they're regretting it. he's too flustered to make sense of everything in real time. all he can fixate on is julian thinking he's hot. julian interested in him — currently. there's a small desperation inside to have their pretty gaze back on him, even if it kicked up adrenaline like he's being held over a balcony or something. "i am, interested. very, actually." he's burning up admitting this, heart palpitating in his chest all over the place, but he figures if it throws his body out of whack so bad he never recovers, it'll be worth it. there's so much he wants to say. you're hot as fuck too. hotter, even. but his brain doesn't ever connect to his mouth like that, so instead he just dumbly offers, "keep trying. if you want to."
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all she could do was stand there for a second, sort of astonished by the question. ❛ you're my friend. my best friend. ❜ she sighed, like her own answer disappointed her. as if she didn't want to come to terms with how she thought she felt. ❛ i don't want that… i don't want you to change. ❜
"right. " leroy nods. it's subtle, just a dip of his chin as his eyes wander away, off to anything that isn't catalina. even just seeing her face right now feels like it's intrusive, like he's not even allowed to look at her now that he's got confirmation she doesn't look at him with the same filter. "honestly, cat, if you want the truth ... nothing has changed for me. i'm the same i've been for a long, long time." he's realizing now they've been on different pages for quite a while. what was left unspoken wasn't some shared secret — it was unspoken because it was all in his head.
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after a few moments, stevie declares, "i'm not helping anyone else pay for their hospital bills. that's all." he sighs as the four of them wait for their food and drinks, sending out texts to his girlfriend and family. mostly variants of please keep me in your thoughts tonight. i'm so scared.
"i will. employees get discounts," toby jests. "but seriously, stop being so serious." they give stevie a quick, soothing pat on the back. "okay, let's start with something silly and harmless to ease everyone's nerves. ooh, what about... chey, i dare you to give a kiss on the cheek the person in the room you'd date if you absolutely have to. like if your life depended on dating one of us idiots."
( bonus ) "hey, you haven't even asked her 'truth or dare?' yet," stevie complains.
"shhh," she says, giggling. she fully expects chey to choose beau.
"jokes on you because my hospital bills are already in collections." the joke is absolutely on beau, but he's given up worrying about it. if he hasn't asked for help by this point, he's not going to. he'll figure out a payment plan someday. it's not like he's gonna suddenly get rich being a teacher. he finishes up the order and sips at his can.
chey hears toby's dare and panics in her head. briefly. it's too soon in the evening for her to be fully honest, and she does a quick calculation where she convinces herself there's no way toby would ask her this so directly if they thought she'd pick them. so she hoists herself up and presses a quick, very platonic, kiss to stevie's cheek. "we already know he's a good boyfriend." it's an easy enough explanation. the safe option. "what about you toby, truth or dare ?"
"fine…guilty as charged," kobi acquiesces with a quiet giggle, "but, can you blame me?" shivers beneath the pads of sebastian's fingers, swears he can feel the loops of each pattern etched in the other's fingerprint. a cheeky grin tugs on his lips, pleased to hear that he still has an effect on sebastian. he'll never understand it ( he can't conceptualize it ), how could someone so beautiful see anything in kobi? kobi, who is invisible, forgotten, and replaceable. more than anything he wants sebastian to take him. physically, yes - - but also figuratively. his own heart is practically shoving itself into seb's palms, begging him to have and to hold it. his arousal is clear as day as his hips chase the friction of sebastian's, biting back a moan when the other's strong hand rests on his neck. when four brown eyes meet, kobi's heart stutters, but it's the words that fall from seb's lips that drive a knife through his heart. kobi was ridiculous to think he was wanted, that things between him and seb could grow during this trip. tears glimmer in wide eyes and he nods, pulling back just slightly. "y-yeah…i haven't since…well, since you," sniffles softly, but he understands and respects his friend's desires. sebastian likely got cold feet - - it was all fun until kobi crawled on top of him - - and maybe seb decided he no longer wanted him ( or what if he never did ? ). but then…he's pulled in for a kiss and ( almost ) all of his worries dissipate in the taste of seb. heart swells at the compliment, entire body growing warm with a blush. "you think so?" he whispers, hope threaded in his voice. "you're not…done with me?" even so, hands find themselves on seb once more - - one curling into his waist and the other gently brushing through his hair. "i…i like you, sebastian. i always have," confession comes out of nowhere and sends kobi's face into the crook of sebastian's neck, unwilling to see the look on sebastian's features.
sebastian doesn't pick up on the potential tears in kobi's eyes, but he notices the shift in his voice and immediately feels bad. "really ?" he asks, surprise evident in his tone. unexplained guilt appears as he processes what the other says. he hasn't been with anyone since him ? that's almost two years — how is that possible ? seb rubs his thumb under kobi's jaw, studying him and trying to figure out how no one swooped him up in all this time. honestly, he was surprised kobi never had a boyfriend back in college, either. he always seemed to be available, but seb was more than happy with that so he didn't question it at the time. "you must be so pent up." at the end of the day, sebastian's a man. he's gotta say it. and there's part of him that starts to question his own willpower, thinks about how fun it'd be the first person to make kobi come in over a year. how quickly he'd probably fold, how sweet he'd look trying to keep quiet in their bunk. "yeah, definitely," he answers lowly, second hand trailing down kobi's back and eyes fixed on his plump lips. he nips the lower before answering. "of course not. i said i wanna take things slow for one night, not forever." besides, he's so comfortable in kobi's hold, under his weight, against his lips. why would he want to be done with this ? he's happy. content. but then kobi says something and hides his face and sebastian's left confused. very confused, actually. he knows what those words usually mean, but he doesn't see how that could be possible. "wait, what do you mean you 'like me' ?" he scoots his head away to give him less space to hide, wanting to see his expression and understand the level of sincerity here. "like a friend, right ?"
link : heyy omg lol hes my boyfriend again dont call him dumb link : i mean he is a little i guess but i like it so much link : i willlllll thanks. now to just quit my job link : no i'm here what's uppppp :P tell me all about it
[ text → Link Reed ] giovani : well he broke up with you in the first place so i know he isn't smart giovani : weirdly, i understand. giovani : ??? giovani : wait, what do you mean quit your job?? my thing can wait.
i saw you standing in that corner acting all unapologetically weird. will you please go out with me
practically falls into a trap of her own creation , in fact , admitting she takes pleasure in being noticed by antagonistic colleague , though all she offers in return is an embellished grimace of distaste . ‘ it did hurt a little , actually . i'm expecting a formal acknowledgment of my suffering by the end of the night . ’ an attempt to color dialgue in a more professional tone that barely lasts a moment before she delivers more piquant response . ‘ you know , you roll your eyes at me like you're displeased and yet i don't see you leaving my side . ’ petals curve gently around the rim of her glass , biting down the urge to express excitement any further . ‘ careful , june . stick around long enough and people will start thinking you like me . ’
"if you want anything in writing, you'll need to wait a full business day," june counters, palm resting calming on her hip. only two attorneys could flirt in such a sterile way. an outsider might as well believe they're talking real business, but june's spent enough time with gen to know this feels different. "oh, do i have permission to leave your side ?" she sips from her flute. "you seemed like you were floundering out here. thought my colleague could use some backup." though gen's position is above her in their hierarchy, they practically make it sound like charity. their power disparity only fuels june more, makes her even more driven to prove she's better at her role than gen ever was.
"right, right... right..." okay, so — don't... don't dye their hair? okay, yeah, don't; giovani did not seem enthusiastic about the bottle blonde thing, begrudgingly tolerant of it at most, and that's not how julian would describe it because he doesn't even know the word begrudgingly, but he does think, man, i should've just been born blonde. that was my bad. i'll work on that. his head bobs stupidly and his lips remain parted, eyes blank, mouth uncomfortably dry as he watches giovani watch bubbles, eyes glued to the soft curve of his jaw, the desire to have their mouth pressed against it burning in their gut. he feels like he's fourteen years old, hormonal and insane, and — and, he's still staring when gio points out the advantage point for being located where many italians are — we, thank god, we — and... asking now, a question that has him reaching for his drink again.
"uh.. uhuh, yep," he nods his head and speaks over a swallow of liquid that burns but doesn't burn enough, their attention honed in on — are his cheeks red? ...could just be the alcohol. julian's probably are too; that's not just the alcohol. their eyes lock, and julian's taken by a few things. one: gio's lips around a straw, which he wishes was his finger right now. two: his head tilting, so cutely. three: oh, thank god, he likes guys. now all he's gotta do is pull it back around to the italian guy thing, make it more obvious he means him real smooth and cute, and — "are you sure? i could dye it, i don't mind," they're blurting out before they can think better of it, the words hurried, a little intense; his hand clutches tight around his drink, eyes comically wide, and he lifts his drink for a slow sip. as he retracts the glass, he says, quieter: "or... whoever, would, probably. i bet they probably would. it's — it's really great. that you're italian. and gay — bi." jesus christ. he's never fumbled coming onto someone like this before.
so there is some other italian guy julian's into. he'd have stated otherwise if he were talking about giovani, right ? jealousy grows in his stomach, and it's not an unfamiliar feeling. he remember how it felt watching julian hang off the arm of some pretty girl between classes, they way they'd look at people who weren't him. it's sobering to still fall victim after all this time. he's lived a whole life since then, and yet, here they are.
"no !" gio blurts out right back, waving a hand in the air in front of him as he lifts his mouth from his straw. "don't dye your hair. i like it like this." he's always liked it like this, even when they were younger and it was shorter and messier. giovani tries to picture it in his head, julian with bleached out hair and a mustache that doesn't even match. terrible. horrible. he'd have to shave. he's got strong eyebrows though, so that actually might look good if he did. with their bone structure, gio's pretty sure julian could pull off almost any look. but like he said, he likes this one. though he's got no clue why julian cares anyway. what difference does it make to them ? thoughts like these are moving through his mind so quickly he almost doesn't notice how absurd julian's statement is. but he does. there's a confused laugh as he brings his straw back to his lips and bites it. giovani's certain he's never been described in such a way before, but technically it's accurate. "why's it great ?" he tucks his hair behind his ear and sucks down more tequila. if he can't make sense of them, he might as well make less sense of everything else.
[ text → giovani ] link : i am! i'm really happy. on the moon link : we really did talk a lot out ... we had some pretty big misunderstandings back when we broke up. he was feeling like he was holding me back, and didn't really want to break up, but suggested it, and... i took it really hard, i didn't really ask him why, i just, i just kind of said okay, and... neither of us were really happy with that but we were stupid and like 19. so you know. it just felt dumb to pretend like it was ever for a loss of love link : and link : i know you do :) he's a good thing. he's a real good thing link : i pinky promise
[ text → Link Reed ] giovani : on the moon? theres no oxygen out there giovani : i knew you at 19 and you weren't TOO stupid, but i believe he was giovani : ok. i trust you. i want you happy. keep me updated giovani : it's actually crazy you ran into him cause i kinda ran into someone too ... giovani : but if you gotta go i can tell you about it later
the clarity that washes over link when when emel returns the kiss with equal fervor is completely indescribable — not that he even leaves space in his brain to even to try. it's like he comes alive again, his body no longer an empty shell but a vessel with purpose; right now, that purpose is touching as much of emel as he can, absorbing him, his hands slipping under the blonde's shirt and smoothing up either side of his chest, shoulders latched onto with firm palms and latching fingernails. the hand twisting into his hair pulls a moan out of link that is so guttural that he'd be flustered if he noise wasn't partially drowned out by emel's tongue, all but tied together with his own. the nails dragging down his chest remind him that he's alive. it's all he can do to shoulder the button up down his back, to let it pool around his hips and waist and fall to the wayside. he'd evaporate his fucking clothes if he could, if it meant getting more.
"yeah? okay, no take-backs, we're together again —" link laughs into the air with his chin skyward, and it's interrupted by a squeal — which is probably not sexy but it's pretty funny, pretty cute, let out because emel's breath is tickling his throat by speaking so close. unsatisfied with his position ( he'd have an impossible time getting these pants off if he tried right here ), link grabs onto the back of emel's thighs and shifts the both of them, posturing himself onto his back, laying flat, emel pulled down on top of him, his hands climbing up his thighs, ass, and then grappling his hips. his fingers are fumbling their way to the front of emel's jeans at the same time that link's mouth is starting to nip at his throat, teeth grazing and then bearing down just enough to hopefully make him moan. he wants to hear it more than anything, wants to feel it vibrate through the column of his neck; starts to suck the skin to make sure that he does.
"no, i don't need those," emel laughs again, practically giggling against his skin, because the happy sound from his boyfriend is everything he needed to hear again. he's drunk and giddy and has quite possibly never felt better. everything else can be figured out later, right ? because it's link, and locked away in his brain for so long is a part of him that fully, truly believes that anything can be worked out because they're meant to be. that part's flooded the rest of his mind now. he catches link's lips one more time before he's pulled down, the kiss chaste and quick, and he happily falls into him from above. he'd let link take him anywhere.
the other's roaming hands make his body feel like it's rightly positioned in the world, plucked from obscurity and placed exactly where it should be. his own find a home on link's chest. and emel does moan. easily, in fact, once link's mouth is working at his neck and leaving him with nothing to see but the back of his eyelids. "god baby, i missed you so much," emel whines, pathetic and vulnerable, every defense shattered and blown away with each wave that overtakes him. his hands drift down to his bare sides and squeeze them hard. loving. "can we go to your room ?" he asks — or mumbles, rather, though emel makes no effort to move just yet. he's got this sudden need to be taken to the most intimate part of link's home, to see that part of his new life, like he's a teenager and wants their sex to be special. ( with link, it always is anyway. especially now. ) he presses his thigh between his legs and digs it in, rubbing at his crotch to tease what's to come if he complies. all it does is make him sick with want. he's tried to be patient but emel can't stop himself from unclasping link's pants and sliding a hand inside to feel him. he moans into his shoulder from the touch alone, desperate for what they've been been deprived of for so long. it's brief, because he knows if he wraps his hand around him they're not leaving this spot. so any remaining willpower is used to withdraw and slowly push himself up off the couch. "show me where it is," he pleads, grabbing at both link's hands and pulling him up towards himself.
