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[sweetredchevy]

I dare you to kiss Luther

get yourself some Adam kisses.send in a URL and he’ll kiss them.

@adxpatres

“Happily !”

                       It’s with a little bounce in his step that he goes on up to Luther,                       greeting his husband with a soft ‘hey baby’ and an arm around                       the younger man’s waist from behind.

        He gives his man time to turn around before raising that other hand,        slipping it to curve over the bend of skin beneath Luther’s ear.

                                  The kiss he imparts to the other is gentle and sweet---                                   the second is the same. By the third he brings in the                                   use of TONGUE.

             ---At this point, it’s probably best to let them have some privacy.

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  ❝——I see. Sounds like a rather gloomy job, working in a prison. And dangerous, too... Do you like it?❞

[sweetredchevy]

"Hey, Adam?" Luth's voice is soft, his bottom lip worried by his teeth. "...Do you think we could get another dog?" The pup at his feet gets a pet to avoid upsetting him. "We have Vonne, but... I've never really gotten a pet of my own, y'know?"

When Luther calls his name Adam responds with a soft hum,but at the question he looks away from the papers before himin order to give his husband his full attention------

              “Another dog?” He blinks, head tilted curiously.

His gaze falls to Vonnegut who’s happily receiving pets,and he thinks, WELL...maybe it’d be NICE to have another dog around the house.Give Vonnegut someone to spend time with while Adamand Luther were gone.

          With a little smile, Adam looks towards Luther again;

                               “Pets are A LOT of work. Vonne was an ASS to begin with.                                But if you REALLY want one, and you promise to take good                                care of them, we can go ahead and visit a pet store to take a look.”

[lectitas-blog]

        yesterday’s absence isn’t commented on. in fact, nothing is commented on as he slides into the seat across from luther, not a single glance around him at the rest of the cafeteria --- there are all these rules, about who can sit where, and it’s a load of crap, if you ask him. a seat’s a seat, no freaking hierarchy should exist for it. impatience for the crowds around him itches beneath his skin, but he’s here now, and a guy’s gotta eat, right?  ❝ they spin us all these yarns about healthy eating, ❞ he says, alternating between his meal --- if it can be called that --- and turning the page of his book,  ❝ and yet they keep giving us this crap for lunch. they need to make up their hypocritical minds. ❞ but hey, that’s public school for you.

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[sweetredchevy]

Luther's eyes shut and a happy hum leaves him. Adam's kisses are so good. But then he's being ushered away and he laughs, casting his cheeky smile over his shoulder. "But you don't know how to make it!" He means it lightheartedly, of course.

                 “If you can stay awake long enough to TELL me,”

Adam returns in a teasing inflection;

                                  “then there won’t be any problems.”

The trip to the kitchen table is successful,and with a gentle little PUSH Adam coaxeshis husband into sitting down.

                 “But that’s IF you can stay awake.”

[sweetredchevy]

"Adam," Luther grumbles, using his spatula to poke at the dinner he's got cooking up. He's just gotten home from work and he's dead on his feet, but he's determined to try this new recipe. "Do you think it's possible to fall asleep while cooking?"

                “You look like you’re tryin’ to figure that out.”

Muses Adam, coming up behind Luther and placing both hands on his hips.Tender kisses are pressed to the back of Luth’s shoulders, a trail of them dotting up along the side of his neck;

                            “Why don’t you go sit? Let me finish this up for you. Go. Go.”

Yeaaah, Luther doesn’t actually get a choice.Adam’s insistent on taking care of him---using the placement of his handsto his advantage, he attempts tosteer Luther away.

[sweetredchevy]

“This whole time I’ve been using you to make me feel better, and you never caught on. You never caught on. I want you to hate me now, but I don’t think you’re even able to.” //BUT NOT FOR THEIR MAIN VERSE BC I CAN'T HANDLE THAT PAIN. some au w a younger and grumpier luth pls. college boyfriends? who knows.

send me angst

(( college boyfrans yes pls ))

All he can do is S T A R E at Luther,a myriad of emotions twisting his gut---among them: betrayal, heartbreak, even FEAR.

                To Luther, Adam had given so much TIME and LOVE and promises.                Most of what he’d done, he’d done to make the other SMILE.                All he wanted was for Luther to be HAPPY---                                        ---he’d thought the sentiment was mutual.

But now all he can do is STAND THERE and STARE at Lutherand wonder what is is he did wrong.CONFUSION and DEFEAT fight for place upon his countenance,and the heaviness of the words spat at him make his six-foot frame slouch.

         He doesn’t even know what to say.         If that’s truly how Luther feels about him, is there anything he CAN say?

                                He feels like the butt of a bad joke.                                Like stringing him along had all been for AMUSEMENT.                                                     Now he’s left feeling hollow.

        “That’s...” shitty.               “It’s, uh...” terrible, holy fuck.                        “---I’m glad you told me now.                                  Um. I’ll just, uh. Let myself... out...”

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[ @adxpatres wanted a starter!! ]

  “you look like you’re in need of a red velvet cupcake--”

mikey said the very second the other walked up to the register. he reached to the display next to him, carefully taking one of the cupcakes and putting it on a plate. 

  “here,” he handed it with a smile. “on me. now what else can i getcha?”