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[triplexavier-blog]

'your mom' | gabe & xavier

Xavier shrugged off Gabriel's threat as an empty one and was just lounging around his living room when he heard the pounding on his front door. "What the fuck?" He wondered out loud, not out of fear but out of bewilderment. Moving his laptop to rest on the coffee table, he pushed himself off the couch and opened the front door, his eyebrow raising when he saw it was Gabriel. "Really dude?" He let out a laugh, turning on his heel and walking towards the fridge. "Can't handle a 'your mom' joke?" He smirked, grabbing a beer and leaning on the counter after.

Gabriel knew that Xavier had no fucking clue about why it pissed him off. He slammed the door behind him as he walked in, jaw clenched as he brought it up again. He didn't care that he had grabbed a beer to anything, walking over to him and pulling his arm back to aim a punch in his direction without a word.

Xavier thought that Gabriel's misplaced anger would've subsided by now but as soon as he saw his friend charging for him, he immediately set down the beer and blocked his fist before it could hit him, his hand wrapping around his fist. "Dude." He glared, twisting Gabriel's arm as he pushed it away from him before finally releasing it. "What the hell?" He questioned, clearly confused by the sudden outburst.

Gabriel pushed his fist against the guy's hand out of anger even though he knew the fist wasn't going anywhere. He groaned out in frustration, turning around and running a hand through his hair before looking back at Xavier. "When I tell you to shut up or fuck off, do it." He said seriously, tempted to go for it again but deciding not to.

Xavier raised his eyebrow at Gabriel, shaking his head as he reached for his beer again. "I will when you tell me what the fuck is wrong with you," He retorted, taking a large sip of his beer, and grabbed one for him, shoving it against his chest bitterly, before heading towards the couch. "Either lose the attitude or get the fuck out of my apartment." He rolled his eyes, plopping down on the couch.

Gabriel took the beer and twisted the top off with his palm, tossing it into the sink and taking a large sip. He stared intently at the floor, flicking his eyes up to the other male and sighing. "That was my issue," he said as he leaned back against the counter, "Can't handle the 'your mom' shit but dude, just fucking shut your mouth after that." He wasn't even sure if that made sense, but it did to him. "Don't fuckin' say a word to anyone either or I will fuckin' kill your ass."

Xavier glanced up at his friend when he sighed and searched his face as he spoke. His eyebrows furrowed at his first four words but then softened when he continued, nodding slowly. "You do know it was a joke right," He reminded him, lifting his legs onto the coffee table, and brought his laptop back onto his lap. "Didn't mean it," He chuckled with a scrunched nose but then nodded. "But yeah dude, fine, no more 'your mom' jokes." He shrugged nonchalantly and gave him a small but encouraging grin.

Gabriel scrubbed a hand down over his face, taking another sip of his beer but this one much smaller than the last. "Yeah," he nodded his head, "I know." Gabe knew he was joking but it had been a whole since a small comment or a joke had been said to him, and it kind of set him off. He leaned his back against the edge of the counter, swishing the beer in his hand and looked back over at him, "My mom had cancer." He said, finishing off his beer and setting it on the counter before going to grab another one. "So, yeah -appreciated." He felt stupid whenever he got defensive over it, especially because his mom hasn't had cancer for years but it was scary as hell and he almost lost her.

Xavier watched Gabriel grab another beer but froze when he said his mom had cancer. Of-fucking-course, he would say a 'your mom' joke when she was dead, of course he would. Why the fuck did he have a knack for getting himself in these situations? This was the second time this week, god dammit. "Oh." He said simply, his face blank as he searched his mind for something to say. "Fuck, man, I'm sorry." He apologized genuinely, his hands frozen on his laptop.

Gabriel "You didn't fuckin' know," He said as he shrugged a shoulder, bringing the new bottle to his lips. "Not even that big of deal 'cause she's fine, but shit -" He paused, the words on the tip of his tongue as he thought about whether or not to say any more. He had never been ashamed, ever. He just fucking hated the idea of someone knowing his weaknesses. It was Xavier, however, and that meant it was kind of different since the dude was as close to a best friend that he has ever had. "Been a while since I've talked to her or anything, so it set me off."

Xavier let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding when Gabriel said that his mother was fine. Thank god. He nodded in understanding as he continued talking, now completely understanding why he wasn't a fan of the joke. "Yeah, dude, I get it." He assured him and held the beer in his hand, searching for a way to lighten the moment. "'Your mom' joke or not though, Reid, don't ever try to punch me again," He chuckled, pointing the head of his beer at him warningly before taking a sip.

Gabriel looked over at him out of the corner of his eye, tempted to say that he didn't get it but just kept his mouth shut. He really wanted the fucking conversation to be over with, honestly. He walked over to where he was sitting, rolling his eyes on the way, "Whatever. Could've kicked your ass - easily." He said with a confident smirk, tipping back his beer to finish it. "Get your ass up," He said as he closed the top of his laptop, "We're gonna go see The Conjuring and 'bout four other movies." He took his beer from him and finished that as well, "Let's go."

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Just One Yesterday {Part 3 of 3} || Tim & Jaxon

{Part 1} {Part 2}

Time Frame: The Next Morning

Location: Timothy's Flat

General Notes: What started out as a friendly night at the pub, quickly turned into something much more. Back at Timothy's flat, the pair slipped back into old habits, and fell back into each other. Now it's the next morning, and reality is creeping back in, and they both know Jaxon has to leave. But Timothy confesses something that will change them both, and the nature of their relationship, for good.

Tim: Tim's hands were clutched at Jaxon, his body tight against the other's. He needed the closeness, the sound of the other's breathing relaxing him better than anything on earth. He could feel his body wanting to awaken, but he held tightly to the sleep, to the pure innocence of his dreams, of dreams where the other would stay, would stay beside him, and he could wake up every morning to the sweet scent of Jaxon Saywer, where he would stay. And no matter what the other spoke last night, he knew, he knew that it would not last, that the other would... And there it was. He could feel Jaxon starting to pull away, and his eyes fluttered open, hurt seeping into them before disappearing. "Morning." He whispered, so softly that sentiment would stay out of it, it had to, it... "Leavin' so soon?" He tried to joke, but his eyebrows knit together, his heart panged in his chest, and he could feel the soft feelings of abandonment begin to leech into his system, go through his bloodstream, and begin to poison his heart.

Jax: It wasn't any use, Jaxon's attempt at nor jarring Tim awake, because Tim was already on his own way awake, regardless of Jaxon’s actions. Still, he moved slow, his futile effort still an effort. But the gentle stirrings of the man still half in his arms stopped him short, and the blue eyes that opened up to meet his glued him that, and damn near broke his heart. Tim had always tried to mask what was in his eyes, but Jaxon knew him far too well by now to be fooled. "Morning," he whispered back, cupping his cheek gently and smiling. The words saw right through him, but with the feeble was Tim whispered them... How could he bring himself to leave? Jaxon felt every part of his resolve breaking as he stared back into Tim's eyes, wide and almost childlike as they looked up at him. "No... Just gonna use the bathroom," he responded with a reassuring smile. This was selfish, the whole damn incident was selfish, and Jaxon knew it. He did this because he wanted it, because it made him feel good. The consequences in his partner were never even thought of even now, Jaxon could feel himself giving into be selfish. With his boxer briefs pulled back on, Jaxon made his way to the bathroom. His hands grasped against the sink, shoulders slumped and head hung as a war raged inside him, one that was already starting to turn bloody. "Ow," he winced, not realizing that he had bit open his lip in his concentration. Splashing water over his face, he dried himself on and returned to the bed, sitting on the edge beside Tim, trying not to give into his selfishness completely. "You sleep okay?" he asked, a gentle hand running over the bruises and hickies on his neck once again.

Tim: “Okay.” Tim smiled softly, vulnerable eyes shutting for a moment, as he watched Jaxon walk to the bathroom, one last look at the man’s naked arse before it was covered up and he smiled happily. A sound of pain uttered from the bathroom and he looked up, but he was sure it was nothing serious. Nothing like the wounds his heart would suffer if the man currently looking over at him with such gentleness were to leave him. “I slept… I think that was the best night’s sleep I’ve had in… years. No nightmares,” His eyes creased lightly as he smiled, swallowing, shivering lightly as Jax’s hand moved over his marks, the marks that proved it wasn’t just a gentle dream, that proved it wasn’t just his own imagination. Last night had happened, every last bit of it. “How’d you sleep? Hope I didn’t cling too tight.”

Jax: "No nightmares," he repeated softly, smiling, "Good." Jaxon couldn't help himself, he knew this was a bad idea, but with everything that was impending, and by his hand nonetheless, Jaxon needed these last few moments, He moved onto the bed beside Tim, propped up the pillows and leaned against the headboard, tugging Tim to him, wrapping an arm around him.  He chuckled softly at the notion, remember the soft way Timothy's body had fit into his own the night before, and the way that his hands held onto Jaxon as their last remnants of unconsciousness were faded away. "I slept perfectly. And no, Tim... Ya didn't. Have ya seen me? I'm pretty solid, I think we're okay," he teased, stroking the other's bare back softly. They could feel it, both of them, the soft tension in the air that grew and marred every word they spoke. They truly were clinging on. Jaxon knew he was, and Timothy must have too. His eyes went far off as his hand found Tim's, lacing their fingers together. Then like the flutter of a butterflies wing's that would cause the typhoon, Jaxon's words fluttered out, his eyes still watching as he played with Tim's fingers. He braced himself. "You know I have to leave, Tim..."

Tim: "Yeah." Tim spoke, after all the contentment had settled in his stomach, after all the sweet words, the way their bodies fit together. There it was. Those seven little words that shattered his heart. He had felt it breaking this entire time.. But no.. Now it was real. "Yeah. I know. You should.. Just.. Probably go now." He felt the tears welling in his eyes and was ashamed, pulling away, sitting up and pulling on a pair of jeans that were lying on the floor. "Just go." He was lying. He didn't want him to go. But perhaps.. if he was the one forcing him out the door... Then it would be mostly alright. At least he was the one doing it.

Jax: They had both known this was coming since that first kiss in the bar. They both knew that when the morning came Jaxon would leave, , like he always had.  This was nothing new.... But you don't grow accustomed to pain. It hurt just as bad every time. When they had their arrangement before, it was okay when Jaxon left. They expected it, they accepted it, and it happened as smoothly as the sun rose. But then things got messy, and leaving hurt more and more, they clung to the night, like they had on this night. Jaxon's return to London had changed something between them, or perhaps his absence had simply made whatever was there more prominent. It was loud and clear in the soft kisses, the hands that did not want to let go, and the way the kept so close, as if space between their skin would break it all apart before they were ready. And now the time had come, but Tim didn't kiss him goodbye, and tell him he'd see him later at the bar, or at the station. No... Tim pushed himself away, and pushed Jaxon out the door with a force that unexpectedly and harshly tore at his heart. Jaxon's sighed softly as Tim (might as well have) yanked himself away. The stammered words placed the bricks around Tim once more, those words that built the wall to seal Jaxon out. And those last two words, spoken with emotion Tim tried so hard to hold in. Jaxon's heart hammered loudly, panic and ache seeping in. With the overwhelming need to fix this taking hold of him. Jaxon moved to the side of the bed, setting his feet on the floor. "We both knew this was comin', darlin'," he whispered, moving to stand behind Tim, hands resting gently on Tim's shoulders. Lowering his lips to Tim's shoulder, his words fell onto Tim's skin, "I'm sorry... I just have to."

Tim: "Go." Tim jerked out of Jaxon's embrace, the lips that had once felt like heaven and lifted him to the highest reaches of pleasure now only felt like they were barbed, poisoned. He couldn't fall back into them, couldn't do this. "I used to be okay with you leavin', every time. I used to be okay with that, that I'd see you again, but goddamnit Jaxon. All we we ever seem to do is say goodbye to one another, to leave, to run away. So if you're leaving... Know this... Know that every time you do my heart cracks a little bit inside. And slowly you're causing me to shatter. I... Pretended I was okay with it, but I... Fell.. Hard... And I can't pick myself back up from that." He had turned to face the other, face angry and yet devastatingly sad all at the same time. "I can't... Just let you go... Without telling you... That I fell in love with you.."

Jax: Tim jerked away from him, and it hurt, like a punch to the chest, like something was ripped from him. The space beneath his hands were suddenly empty, and the fell into fists. The words formed themselves on Jaxon's lips as Tim spoke. He spoke with such emotion, such pain bursting through their clouded bliss like the harsh and blinding sun that burned through the gentle shielding overcast. He was going to say that Tim was right, he should go, that they can't slip back into this, that this has to be the last, and only time. It was dangerous, of course it was, because someone was going to get seriously hurt, someone could fall too deep— And there it was. It was too late. Someone had already fallen too deep. Tim had fallen in love. What had been a punch to the chest, now felt more akin to one of the few knock out punched he had received, straight to the temple. He took half a step back, a full, two, until his knees hit the bed, and he had to sit. His eyes went far off as it processed, a few beats, before Jaxon looked back up to meet Tim's eyes, his hand moving to cover his mouth. "I'm so sorry... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." he mumbled, reeling in the shock. A few more beats, and Jaxon stood, slipping on his t-shirt, and picking up his jacket, "You're right... I should just go." he whispered out, unsure of what else to do.

Tim: "Go." Tim echoed, feeling tears rise, feeling the emotions that swirled around his body threaten to explode, and he was nearly afraid that he would hurl himself at the other man, and cling, desperately, begging him not to let go. Not to leave. Again. "I... Right. You... Have to leave now... I said it... Now that's your cue to just pick up and leave... Right I should've known. Forget I ever said that, okay?" Anger was the main emotion that was emanating from the man, but it was clear that anger stemmed from a hurt deep inside, it was clear that the anger was a mask, so that Tim wouldn't just curl up into a ball, sobbing and begging for the other to stay. To stay... All Tim ever wanted was for the other to stay. But he never did. He couldn't. "Forget it. Just go."

Jax: That old familiar feeling crept through his blood stream again, beginning from his bones and spreading itself through his body, wrapping around all that he is. That feeling that had been born into him when he was 8 years old, when Momma and Papa were fightin', and Papa started swinging, and Momma whispered run. Jaxon ran. Things got too much, too intense, too out of control and beyond what he could handle, Jaxon ran. And that feeling seared through him now. He needed to run. It was too fucking much. But here Tim stood, calling him out, and pushing him just the same. So why was it that Jaxon felt just as strongly, that he should be staying? That only added to his confusion, and to the overwhelming situation. The jacket material balled in his clenching fist, as he swallowed and searched Tim's eyes, as if they held some sort of secret that would make this all better, easier, somehow. But he was met with only biting words. He looked down then, taking a few steps toward the door. He paused, looking back up at Tim for the briefest moment, whispering, "You can't forget something like that, darlin'," and walking towards the door.

Tim: "Well you have to." Tim spoke, just a corner of the mask falling off, hurt peeking through. "You... Have to... I... I have to forget that I love someone who can never love me back. I have to forget that I'm in love with a man who walks out that door every single damn time. I have to forget that I'm in love with a man who keeps runnin'." Tears spilled, and he hated himself for them, hated himself for the salty hot tears that ran down his trembling face. "I'm in love with a man who can't stay. So go. Again. Like you do a million times. Just go."

Jax: Jaxon's feet froze as Tim's words continued to reach his ears, those fucking words that clawed down his very core like the savage werewolf on the full moon. He hung his head, clenching his jaw, struggling to swallow the emotion that climbed into his throat, trying... and failing, to keep back the tears that fell with the ones he could hear in Tim's voice. He hand a rough hand over his face, stealing away the tears that had escaped. His feet screamed "Run." But the way Tim's words tore through him, ripped him apart and laid him out for what he really was. e sucked in a deep, harsh breath. "I'm just a coward, Tim. You don't want to love a man like that. You're right. Forget me. Goodbye," he whispered out, not daring to turn around and look at Tim. Not like this. So instead, he did just as Tim said, just as he always did. He left.

Tim: Tim watched the other walk away with a deep sense of dread in his stomach. He ran a hand through his grey-blonde hair, so aged for such a young man, and wiped the tears from his face. The smell of Jaxon still lingered on every inch of the room, mixed with the scent of sex and perhaps... Regret. A shower was in order, a cold one. He could fall apart later, and he knew he would, knew he would suddenly crash to his knees and let everything out, the waves of despair would roll over him and leave him in pieces. He wouldn't cry... Not yet. Straightening his spine, he walked to the shower, stripping off his clothes and stepping inside. After a few moments, the emotions were too much to bear, and he hit the wall, a sound of anguish ripping from his throat. It wasn't /fair/, it wasn't right, none of it was. He needed Jaxon Sawyer, needed him to run back in and hold him right and smooth away all the pain. But instead, his hand was aching, but it was nothing compared to his heart. Tears streamed down his face and were quickly washed away, lost, as they swirled down the drain. He finally dropped to his knees, his body worn. There was a Jaxon-sized hole in his heart, and it was crippling him, dragging him down. He didn't know how he would ever be okay again. How things would ever make sense. He wanted to drown in the pain and the anger, in the utter despair. Because Jaxon wasn't coming back. Not this time.

Jax: Every set brought something different. One... relief. He was being carried away, he was escaping, he was getting away. Two... He was leaving. He was walking away from Tim. He didn't know if he'd be coming back.  And he had no fucking idea why it hurt so damn bad. This was far from the first time Jaxon had walked away from someone who begged him to stay. A girl that got too attached, that didn't understand. But this was different... This felt like every step tore off another piece of him. But instinct drove him on, fear kept him moving. And when he finally got back to his truck, and slid into the cab, he simply sat for the longest time, his mind grappling at all the disjointed thoughts and emotions that swam through him. When he finally felt like he could drive, he spent the drive systematically shutting every thought and emotion down. He had to. Just like Tim had said... There was no choice but to forget.

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naked & ready | gabriel & xavier

Be naked and ready for me by the time i get to your room. You have 10 minutes.

Xavier couldn't help but send Gabriel an anon. This whole agreeing to meet a mysterious sexual partner? It was too easy. He walked down to his room shirtless within seven minutes of sending the message, hoping that his friend had followed his directions. If he had, this would be great. He didn't bother knocking on the door and let himself in suddenly, shutting the door behind him and leaning against it. "Nice," He smirked, his eyes scanning Gabriel's naked body as he paced around the room

Gabriel honestly had no fucking clue who the person that messaged him was. Nothing prepared him for the possibility that it could have been Xavier - like what the fuck. He spun around when he heard his voice, his hands immediately going to crotch to cover himself up, "Nichols, you fucking douche bag." He brought one hand out to grab the closest thing to him and threw it in his direction, "This isn't fuckin' funny, holy shit. I'm gonna kill you." He scrunched up his face, "God, put a shirt on too jesus fucking christ. I'm not fucking you."

Xavier broke out into laughter at Gabriel's terrified reaction when he saw who his mystery person was and the fact that his first impulse was to cover his crotch, like he hadn't seen it before at the lake. He couldn't even talk as he was laughing so hard and was hit by a pillow, shaking his head. "What? You don't like this look on me? Should I have worn something different?" He joked, his hand on his stomach that was now hurting from laughing so much.

Gabriel rolled his eyes, "Not fuckin' kidding, dude." He grabbed the closest hard object and chucked it at him again, going towards his dresser, "You try to come near me I'll chop your dick off." He said before slipping on a pair of sweats, then turning back around to face Xavier. "You are literally the world's biggest fucking douche bag in the entire world."

Xavier ducked when a hard object was thrown at him and held onto his desk for balance, still shaking with laughter. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," He rolled his eyes at Gabriel's empty threats and kissed his cheek as quick as possible while he was focused on pulling on his sweats before making a dash for the exit. "See you soon, Reid!" He laughed, slamming the door behind him and heading towards his own room.

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Surprise || Jegan

Justin had no idea what surprise Megan had for him, and he had to admit he was excited. After giving him the hint, he wondered who it was was going to surprise him with. Since they were going to a restaurant Justin decided on a cardigan,  a plaid shirt under,  and his jeans. He wanted to look formal, but at the same time not too dressy. He thought this outfit was perfect so he started to style his hair, putting it the way he always liked it, and proceeded to head out. He made his way to his girlfriend,  gesturing over to the door."You lead the way babe," he smirked.

Megan grinned as she saw the boy, standing and kissing him gently before she took his hand and they made their way off the bus, "Are you excited?" She grinned at him, the two of them getting into the car. 

Justin smiled, gently returning the kiss. He looked around the tour bus trying to see if the surprise would be there. He seemed to not see anything and turned his glance back at his girlfriend. " I'm very excited. I love you for doing this. You honestly didn't have to, you know for whatever you did." Justin chuckled lightly looking down at his converses, which he has worn for the first time.

She grinned at him and pulled her seatbelt over her body, "I did, you deserve this after how hard you've been working the last couple of weeks, and all the arguments and everything" She nodded and started up the car, "It makes me happy that you're so excited" she grinned at him.

The boy chuckled at the realization of her driving his car. He would always drive her wherever she wanted to go. Seeing her in the drivers seat of his car impressed him, and he didn't really know why. He glanced over at her, eyeing her from top top bottom, "You look good babe, so I guess this is a good surprise." He smirked, looking out the window.

Megan smirked at him as he spoke, "Thank you gorgeous, I could say the same for you" She nodded, running her hands over the steering wheel as they waited in the traffic. She was surprised that he had let her drive, but he had no idea where they were going so she thought it would keep the secret better if she drove him there herself. "It is a good surprise, I'm anxious though I hope you'll love it as much as I think you will" she laughed nervously, wanting to tell him she was nervous about meeting his mom but not wanting to ruin the surprise

Justin knew she was worried about something. He wasn't sure if it was because of the surprise,  or his reaction. He was sure he would like the surprise,  if it were to be a person he probably loved. Justin looked out the window, wondering who it could be. "Can you give me another hint? You seem nervous." He  said still looking at the window.

Megan bit her lip, driving towards the restaurant and trying to calm herself, "Okay well..I don't want to ruin it though baby and I can't think of anything else to say that wouldn't ruin it" She pouted over at him, pulling up outside the restaurant and biting her lip.

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Take Care || Jegan

Justin was tired and exhausted from tonight. The kid had not sat down the whole night, and all he wanted was to lie down. All he could think about now was how to tell Megan what had happened that night. Selena telling him she was still in love with him wouldn’t make her happy at all. Justin said goodbye to his friends he finally got to see again and the newlyweds then headed out.  He still didn’t know his way around this area so he turned on his GPS hoping it would guide him back to the hotel since he did drive here with Zayn. The ride to the hotel was just Justin and his thoughts. He hoped Megan was still awake, it was two in the morning, although she had promised him she would be awake, he doubted it. Justin finally arrived to the hotel and parked his car. He did the usual, check in, go up through the elevator and he finally arrived to the doorsteps of his room.  He entered the room, removing his jacket and blazer, setting his room card down. The lights were dim, and Justin realized they were never like this. He looked up and spotted her in the nurse outfit he had told her to buy. He licked his lips admiring everything about her. The tights, the heels, and not to mention how short the outfit was.  Justin slowly made it to her, going up the three steps that led him to her.  Justin slowly moved his hands up her thighs, then up towards the bottom of her chin. “Did you do this all for me?” Justin smirked, kissing the brunette multiple times.

Megan grinned as she watched him cross the room, happy that he seemed so transfixed with her. She watched him as he climbed the steps and her breath caught in her throat as he touched her thighs, his fingers moving up her body causing goosebumps to errupt everywhere. His lips met hers once before he spoke and she nodded slightly, letting the taste of his lips satisfy her for the first time in far too long. "Of course baby" She smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck as he stood on the step below her, "I told you that I would be your nurse, and so I am. Now come, let me take care of you" She smirked, intwining their fingers as they made their way up the stairs and into the bedroom. She bit her lip as she turned around in the doorway of the room, walking backwards and letting her eyes wash over the tux that she had helped him pick out, "God you look good" She smirked, pressing her body to his and kissing him passionately, her fingers moving in his hair.

Justin had to admit, he was excited to see what she could do. He never had anyone take over during sex and even if they did they didn’t do a good job. He followed her up the stairs, leading them into the master bedroom. He couldn’t help but gawk at how good she looked. All he thought about was how good she would’ve gotten it tonight if he hadn’t gotten stitches In the first place. Justin smirked at the thought of her, drying to be dominant, but he did promise her she would get a shot at it. “Well, I definitely think the same thing about you. I knew this outfit would look good on you, but damn.” Justin licked his lips gazing at her top to bottom.  He reached the bed sitting down, pulling Megan towards him. “Now why don’t you be a good nurse and take of these clothes?” Justin winked; he couldn’t help but feel too full of himself. He didn’t know if it was the excitement, or her admiring how well he looked in his tux.

Megan smirked as she felt him pull away, grinning as she watched his eyes run over her body. She wasn't one to be vein, but she knew that she looked hot in this outfit and the way that he was looking at her just made her feel that much sexier. She loved that he could make her feel so much better about herself just by looking at her, and the fact that she knew that he liked her just the way she was, and for who she was as a person, made everything that much better. "Thanks gorgeous" She smiled at him, pecking his lips again as walked across to the bed. She smiled as her body was pulled towards him by her waist, his touch starting a dull heat between her legs. She couldn't wait to see what he could do with those fingers, how he was going to make her shake while she dominanted him for the first, and possibly only, time. Megan smirked at his words and shook her head, chuckling. She slapped his hands from her waist gently and stood back, putting her hands on her waist and raising an eyebrow, "Please Mr. Bieber, I don't think that's very appropriate" She grinned, "You're going to do what I say tonight remember, it's my turn to be in control. Now strip for me." She licked her lips and eyed him as he stood up, licking her lips as she watched him obey.

Justin raised his eyebrows, impressed on how turned on he was. He never seen this side of her and he was ready to see what the girl can do. Justin stood up from the bed, although she removed his hands from her waist, he placed them there again, squeezing her tighter. “Mrs. Fox, you should already know I don’t play by the rules,” Justin smirked relieving his grip after. “But you have taken good care of me; I should be obedient today and do as you wish.” Justin slowly removing his green bow-tie then unbuttoned his shirt, standing shirtless. He moved his hands slowly down to his belt, unbuckling them then sliding them off the belt loops of his pants. Before dropping the belt to the floor, Justin couldn’t help but grin. He gazed at his nurse for the night, and chuckled. “I think I’ll keep this, just in case you become a bad nurse and I have to punish you.” Justin put the belt on the bed and began to unbutton his pants. Removing them he was left with his Calvin Klein gray briefs, relieving the patch that hid his stitches. “Now why don’t you be a good nurse and come remove these for me? I wouldn’t want to do any damage, now would I?”

Megan bit her lip as she watched him undress, each inch of flesh that he revealed begging to be carressed by her lips but she would not give in so soon. His words and his submission turned her on more than she thought it would and she smirked up at him as he began to obey her. She licked her lips as she let her eyes wander down his shirtless body, watching his pants fall to the floor. Megan gulped as he placed the belt on the bed, her eyes blazing with lust as she imagined him punishing her with the belt has he had promised. She knew that she was supposed to be in control tonight, but she loved every part of him so much that if her character slipped she was sure she wouldn't care. She eyed his briefs, licking her lips slowly as she eyed the errection that was stretching them. The two hadn't had sex in over a week, and Megan was more than excited to be able to feel him as close to her as he had been before. "I'll do what I want thank you very much, you're the patient remember" Megan smirked and moved to him, kissing him passionately and pushing him back on the bed. She nibbled on his bottom lip gently before she fell to her knees in front of him, pulling his boxers down and freeing his shaft. She looked up at him with innocent eyes, her breath washing over his hard cock before she stood up. "Move so that you're head's resting on the pillows babe" She moved her fingers to undo the top of the dress a little, her breasts almost overflowing the outfit with the help of her red lace bra. "I need my patient to be as comfortable as possible before I perform any procedures." She pouted and stood back, licking her lips.

"Someone's a feisty nurse aren't they?" Justin bit his lip, not only enjoying the view, but enjoying thd thought of finally getting to touch her and please her again. He enjoyed every minute of their kiss, her nibbling his bottom lip was enough to make him go insane.  He watched as she went on her knees, gazing at her and at the same time licking his lips. Justin was now standing completely bare, his erection hitting hjs stomach. He was so turned on and just wanted to fuck the shit out of her. Knowing Megan,  she wasn't going to give it to him so easy. Justin obeyed the girl, moving himself tothe top of the bed resting his head on the top of the pillow. He put his hands behind his head teasingly watching the her remove a button from her outfit. Justin admired how good her boobs looked, god this outfit was probably one of the best things he has ever seen on her. " I am ready babe, you may now do as you wish, i'll try to be good." He smirked.

Megan smirked and nodded, "Your fiesty nurse" She winked and watched him as he moved to lay on the bed. Her eyes ran over his naked form, every inch of his body tones to perfection and she couldn't believe that she got to call him his. She was so turned on just by looking at him, his hard cock, his swollen lips and the expectant look in his eyes. She knew that she was supposed to be dominant but she knew that he still had control over her, she as she had control over him. Their mutual respect for each other, and complete submission to each other was what made their relationship work so well. Megan climbed ontop of the boy, her fingers moving down her body and pulling the zipper further down her body to reveal more of her red lace bra. "You better be good, or I'll have to punish you" Megan smirked, crawling up the bodys naked form and kissing his lips passionately. As they were kissing and he was distracted, she took his hands and held them above his head, smirking as she pulled the handcuffs from the bedside table and handcuffed him to the headboard. The look of shock on his face made her smirk and she pulled back, straddling his waist and unzipping the rest of her dress, leaving her in nothing but her red lace underwear and the white stockings. She looked at him innocently, "What, you didn't think I was gonna let you off that easily did you?" She smirked and licked her lips, throwing the dress on the floor and kissing him passionately again.

All the boy wanted to do was pounce on her like a wild animal. Who knew this girl could make him feel so much sexual pleasure without even touching him? He sure as hell didn’t. Justin wanted to control himself, he was interested to see what she could do, and he probably won’t give her another chance to do this again. Justin gawked at the perfection in front of him. Watching her pull the zipper down, made him anxious, and more than excited. “I guess I should at least misbehave and see what punishment I’ll get,” Justin licked his lips eyeing the girl crawl towards him. He felt her lips press on to him once again. Distracted by her tongue playing with his, he suddenly felt a grip on his wrists. He had no idea what was going on but the fact that his arms were now above his head. He watched wide-eyed, as Megan pulled out cuffs from the drawer, and cuffed him to the headboard. The boy was in shock. He couldn’t touch her, do what he wanted now that he was cuffed. She completely had control over him at this point. Justin let out a small chuckle. “Make sure whatever you do, I like, because if not, I will get you back…10x worse.  You think you’re slick don’t you?” Justin lunged over at her, but sadly was held by the cuffs. Justin grinned, looking at her licking his lips. “Do your worst baby, this is the only shot you’ll get while I’m cuffed.” Justin relaxed himself prepared for what was going to happen. He had never been  cuffed before, being able not to move his arms gave the boy anxiety.

Megan smriked down at the boy, loving the control that she had over him. She watched as he spoke, his lip still swollen from the kisses they had shared. "Oh baby I'm sure you're gonna love it" She smirked at him, moving from his body and pulling the stockings from her legs. She unhooked the bra with ease and let it fall to the floor before she turned around and bent over as she pulled down her panties, giving him a full view of her wet pussy. She wanted him to know how turned on she was just from everything that had happened, she could barely contain herself. Once she was completely bare, she crawled ontop of him again, ensuring that her naked form dragged along his entirely, her lips parting as her slick pussy grinded along the length of his cock. She kissed him passionately, "You be a good boy and do exactly what I say, hmm?" Megan smirked, moving up his body further until she was straddling his face. She pushed her hair out of the way and to one side, moving on hand to tangle in his hair, "Now lick my pussy baby, show me how good with you are with your tongue. Convince me to give you what you want." The girl bit her lip as she watched his helpless expression, the anticipation of his tongue between her legs turning her on more and more, his breath washing over her heat making her wetter and wetter.

Justin couldn’t help but wish he wasn’t cuffed to the headboard. He was two seconds away from breaking the headboard to release himself. Her standing there removing her clothes becoming completely naked wasn’t helping either. He watched her come over to him, unsuspecting from the pleasure he felt.  The lips of her pussy gliding down his shaft made the boy release a soft moan. He relaxed his head on the pillow taking in all the pleasure, before her stopping. “Mmm, yes if you keep doing that I guarantee you I’ll behave.” Justin moaned.  Justin felt her moving up to him her pussy, wetter than ever, not even an inch far from his face. Justin was impressed, gazing up at her, then down at his task. He didn’t want to give it to her so easily, but he was cuffed so the least he could do was tease the shit out of her with his tongue. He started nibbling on the side of her thighs, raising his head farther up to get a better reach. He then moved to her pussy, not making contact with it just yet. He let her feel his hot breathe against her pussy. After a few seconds he pressed his lips and tongue against the side of her pussy lips, essentially making out with it. Justin knew he got the girl all wet and ready, and took one strong, sudden lick right between her lips, from the bottom to top. Justin raised his head higher, becoming even closer. He was pissed that she had cuffed him, it was making everything 10x harder for him, and he knew he was going to do the same to her soon. Justin found her clit, and kept his tongue soft and supple against her clit pulling on her lips at the same time. He suddenly stopped, resting his head on the pillow. He knew if he kept going to would reach her peak, and he certainly didn’t want that even though she was the dominant one. “If you want to know what these fingers can do, I suggest you uncuff me baby, or not your choice,” Justin smirked, licking his lips teasingly. 

Megan watched as the boy writhed underneath her, his moans turning her on even more than she thought possible. She smirked at his words and bit her lip as his lips began to dance along her thighs, his teeth sending shivers through her body. His teasing was almost too much, but she was enjoy his hot breath on her pussy so much that she let it play out, her fingers tangled in his hair as her other hand held the headboard for support. The sudden contact of his tongue caused her to moan out, his combination of his lips and his tongue causing waves of pleasure to run through her entire body, her nipples hard as his tongue worked her into a hot mess. "O-oh Justin..mm..I bet you love the way I taste, huh?" She moaned out, her fingers pulling him closer to her body as he licked all over her heat. She bit down on her lip and smirked at his words, a thousand scenarios playing around in his mind, "If I uncuff you, will you still be a good boy?" She raised her eyebrows, moaning as his tongue grazed across her as he licked his lips.

Justin looked up at the girl before him with pleading eyes, he wanted nothing more than to be out of these handcuffs. "I promise I'll be good baby," he stuck out his bottom lip slightly in an innocent manner, "when have I lied to you?" Justin rose an eyebrow at his girlfriend before she, reluctantly, got up to get the key off of the night stand beside the bed. His eyes lit up as he watched her unlock the cuffs, he was glad to be free. As he sat up slightly, Justin rubbed his wrists where the handcuffs had bruised them slightly as he tried to get free. Then he looked up at Megan, bringing a hand up to cup her face lightly. "Thanks babe.." he leaned in slowly, his lips just barely touching hers before he quickly grabbed her arms as he threw her down on the bed. A smirk forming on his face as he swiftly slipped the handcuffs around the bedposts and her wrists, imprisoning her. "Now it's my turn to be the tease," Justin's smirk widened as his fingers traced up and down her thigh, ignoring the glare that she was giving him.

Megan looked down at him, biting her lip and running through scenarios in her head. She knew that she wanted to keep him imprisoned and have her way with him, but at the same time she couldn't deny him of anything when he was looking up at her like that. She sighed and reached for the key, unlocking him and watching him as he sat up. She smiled as his hand cupped her face, the softness of his kiss greatly contrasting the roughness that they had adopted in their usual sex life. She loved how he could go from super sweet to super sexy in an instant. The brunette was so lost in thought and the taste of his lips that she barely had time to comprehend what was happening. She gasped as she was thrown on her back, her own constriction being used on her as he tightened the cuffs to accomodate her slender wrists. She groaned and pouted up at him, "Did you not like what I was giving you?" She glared at him, glancing down at his dressing to make sure that she couldn't see any blood from where the stitches would have ripped. She wanted him so much, but she cared about him more than she wanted him and she knew that she had to keep an eye out for his injury. She bit her lip as his fingers began to caress her thigh, glaring at him as he teased her the way she had done to him, "Asshole" She whispered, a smirk playing on her lips so that he knew that she was joking, "I was gonna suck you and everything"

Justin smirked, shifting his eyes from Megan to her dripping wet pussy before him. "So, do you know what I'm gonna do to you?" he asked her, whispering against her thigh in his low husky voice before grabbing the large vibrator sitting on the bedside table. Justin hadn't forgotten about their whole vibrator situation, and he finally got a chance to try it now. He held it up in front of her as he turned the dial from 1 to 5 slowly, showing her the different speeds that he was going to use on her. Justin turned it off and continued kissing her inner thigh, "So - did - you - figure - it - out," he spoke in between kisses, "yet?" raising an eyebrow as he ran the tip of the sex toy up and down her slit lightly. As he did this he stopped every now and then, before turning the dial to the first number. He studied her facial expressions, wanting to see the pleasure on her face. As he heard her soft moans he smirked, changing the speed to the next level. He had originally planned to make her beg but he couldn't help it, the desire to pleasure his girlfriend was eating him alive. Justin stopped moving it as it reached her clit and held it there gently moving it in small circles against her. "Do you like that baby?" he looked up at her before bringing it down again, changing to the next speed as he brought his hand up to spread her lips, gripping on tighter since they were slippery wet. He loved how wet he got her, "God baby you're so wet.." he groaned as he admired his girlfriend's pussy. After a few seconds he brought the vibrator back up to tease her hole slightly. He watched her reaction as he brought his thumb up to rub her clit slowly before he slid the toy inside of her. As Justin did this, he tried to go slowly before getting right into it. Justin began to suck on her again, just like he had when he was changed, loving every minute of watching this girl cry his name. He stopped going in as it reached the middle, letting it sit there so she could feel the vibrations. Eagerly, Justin changed the speed to it's highest - 5. As Megan's moans got louder and higher, Justin began moving the toy in and out slowly before picking up the pace. He twisted it as he did so, continuing until her moans got so loud that she seemed as she was about to scream.

The girl bit down on her lip as Justin spoke to her. Although she was slightly pissed that she was not dominating him anymore, the fact that he was overpowering her and aving his way with her was so hot that she couldn't stay mad, especially with his errection sitting so close to her. She was so turned on and she knew it would be showing and his eyes practically devouring her told her that she was correct. She stayed quiet, her body shaking in anticipation as she watched his hand reach for the vibrator that she hadn't realised was laying on the side of the table. He must have planned this. She smirked to herself and licked her lips, watching as his lips carressed her inner thigh, her breathin picking up as the vibrator moved closer and closer to her heat. "I-i.." She started, but her words turned to moans as the soft material ran along her slit. "F-fuck" she hissed as he continued the movements, the coldness of the rubber both a shock and a turn on. Just when she was getting used to the way it felt against her skin, she watched his fingers move to the first dial and the vibrations ran through her, "O-oh baby" She moaned again, her hands jolting against the cuffs as she felt the need to tug his hair, to grip his neck, to do something to show him just how much she needed him and how good it felt. His question made her chuckle a little and she nodded, "Y-yeaaaahh" she spoke as a long moan, his change in speeds making her wetter by the second. His fingers on her folds made her wetter, and she could barely believe how turned on she was at that moment. She had never wanted someone this much in her entire life. Everything about the moment set her body on fire, and just when she thought he couldn't turn her on anymore he complimented her on her wetness, the dirty talk sending a new wave of pleasure through her body, "You made me this wet Justin, it's all you baby" She moaned out, the toy stretching her out, "Oh fuck that feels so good!" She was almost screaming, and she was glad that he had waited until they were in a hotel room to try this out. She knew that he had wanted to for the longest time and it was so worth it. His tongue making contact on her clit was enough to push her futher to the edge, and she tugged at her restaints as she craved holding onto his head as he pleasured her, "F-Fuck Justin! Uh baby, yes!" She screamed out, her legs spreading even wider as he let the vibrator rest against her g-spot, the combination of the highest setting and his tongue pushin her over the edge, her toes tingling and her entire body spasming as she came for him, "Oh Justin I'm cumming for you! Uhh!" She screamed out, her voice almost breaking from how loud he had caused her to shout. "F-fuck" Her hips jolted against the vibrator as it kept on slipping in and out of her wetness, "Fucking uncuff me" she hissed down at him, his smirk up at her the sexiest thing she had ever seen.

[anotherargent-archive]

Plane Ride | Justin & Megan

Justin: "Nothing" Justin forcefully smiled at the girl next to him. Justin clenched his jaw and put his phone to the side.

Megan: Megan looked confused at the boy next to her, biting her lip at his tone and knowing that he was angry, "are you okay?" She offered, placing a hand on his knee gently.

Justin: Justin leaned back onto his chair. Luckily he was near the window like he liked. The boy didn't know what he felt, angry, or sad, probably both. He looked towards the window avoiding looking at Megan. "I'm fine don't worry about it." Justin sighed.

Megan: Megan gulped and looked down at the able, swirling her coffee around in the cup as she tried to distract herself from thinking about what she had done wrong. She blamed herself of course, she as always fucking up so it was usually a fair assumption. "I...okay" she nodded and sipped her coffee again, sitting back in her chair too and running her fingers through her hair.

Justin: Justin heard the sorrow in her voice. To be honest he didn't know what to do, he didn't know if he should tell her or just keep it to himself. If he kept it in it, would make things worse. " I-uh got a message, anonymous actually." Justin turned and furrowed his brows at his glance. Believe it or not the kid was hurt.

Megan: Megan bit her lip and turned her head to his as he began to speak, her brow furrowing too at the sound of someone sending him anon messages. "Oh? What did it say?"

Justin: Justin didn't even want to say, the kid was pissed. He looked up and sighed. " it was about you and Zayn I don't know."

Megan: The girl looked confused, she had told Justin everything about Zayn so she was unsure why he was so angry about anything that had been said about them. She had no idea who would even want to send that kind of message to him either, but she was beyond curious. "T-tell me what it said Justin.."

Justin: Justin knew about Zayn and her feelings towards him, but it's not like it didn't bother her either. "Well it said," Justin paused and looked at his shoes. "It said you like him more than me, I'm your second choice, and I deserve someone who can give me more attention."

Megan: Megan gulped as she heard the words fall from Justins mouth, shaking her head at the fact that someone would even send something like that. "Just listen...I mean I'm not going to lie to you, of course Zayn ment more to me before. I mean.. we had a thing kinda and then it just stopped and I still had lingering feelings but.. then you came along and.. everything is different now. You're not my second choice. Especially after the chat we had last night, how close we got and how comfortable we are.." She trailed off and looked up at him, "I mean I know that you probably deserve someone better, someone that can give you all of their attention because there are still feelings for Zayn there but.. It's not as if there's a second or a first place. You both mean so much to me.. but in different ways, y'no?"

Justin: "I don't know anymore Megan, I can't just sit here and fuck the girl my Best friend had feelings for, or the fact that you like my best friend. Megan I can't. I don't know I just need to think this over. I don't know exactly what I feel at this point." Justin didn't want to speak to her this way, but he had no control, his emotions were finally coming out, which is something no one has ever seen. He knew he didn't mean anything he said but Justin was finally feeling what he should've felt when Megan told him she liked Zayn.

Megan: Megan looked up at him, hurt. She never thought that she would hear these words coming from him. She wasn't upset because he was talking about not being with her like they were anymore, but that she had hurt him. The last thing she had wanted to do was hurt him. She thought that he was fine with her feelings and now she feared that she had been hurting him since the beginning. "I..W-what do you want me to do? I'll leave you alone if you need me too? I..I'm so sorry.. I never meant to hurt you"

Justin: "I just want to know, if Zayn wanted you right now would you go? I want to know, and here it from you. Justin glanced at Megan, he finally got to see the sorrow in her eyes. He avoided looking at her because of this. Now he felt like shit.

Megan: Megans eyes widend at the question and she remained silent. She wanted to be honest with her answer, and so she took time to think about it. Sure she would love to have been with Zayn but would she leave Justin for him? After the night before when he had made her feel better about herself than anyone ever had, would she really leave that for someone who hurt her? She was conflicted to say the least. "Justin it's not that simple. Zayn and I were so close before, and we have that friendship an I care about him that way as well as having feelings for him, whereas with you I haven't known you as long but I like you so much.. It's..I..I can't answer... I.." She stuttered, tears forming in her eyes as she realised that he was probably going to hate her.

Justin: "It's fine, its understandable." Justin was angry he just needed time. He didn't want to talk about this anymore, matter of fact he didn't want to speak at all. Justin looked at her and forcefully smiled.

Megan: Megan nodded and bit her lip, looking away from him and sipping her coffee again. She hated that there was so much tension between them, that they couldn't be as relaxed around each other as they usually were. She looked back and smiled at him, moving to hold his hand and she kissed it gently, "I'm sorry" She whispered.

Justin: Justin couldn't speak. As she held his hand all he could do was look at her then look away. He knew there was tension but its not something he could just get over with the snap of his fingers. Justin removed his hands from hers and excused himself."I gotta go to the bathroom i'll be back."

Megan: Megan nodded and placed her hands in her lap, watching him walk away and biting her lip. She was terrified of losing someone like him, and she knew from experience that she might. She pushed her hair away from her face and looked down into her cup.

Justin: Justin didn't really have to go to the bathroom, it was obvious. He knew how hard it was to forget about someone, especially someone you had deep feelings for. He knew he just had to give her time. Justin exited the bathroom s and got back to his seat. Megan still looking down at her coffee, Justin looked at her. "Just forget about this okay?"

Megan: Megan was lost in thought, her eyes flicking over the smooth waves in her coffee that were caused by her incessant swirling. His voice shook her from her day dream and she turned to face him, "I..I just hate that I hurt you. I never meant for that. I never want to hurt you.. I.."

Justin: "I'll be fine, its not your fault. I'm sorry to bring this all up on your birthday. I didn't want that to happen." Justin looked at the sad girl next to him. He knew he just ruined everything, and he felt like shit.

Megan: "N-no" She shook her head, "I..Everything's a mess and I'm sorry.." She reached for his hand, hoping he wouldn't pull away.

Justin: Justin accepted her hands in his and leaned back. "Lets talk about this some other time. Rest you've had a long day." Hoping to change the subject he closed his eyes.

Megan: Megan smiled as their fingers laced together. She leant into him and rested her head on his chest, holding his hand tight and nodding at his words. She looked up at him, his eyes already closed and bit her lip, taking a risk by moving to kiss him on the lips softly, lingering for a second before she pulled away and returned to laying on him.

Justin: Justin felt her kiss, and all of a sudden it made him smile. Nothing was going to be the same, but he didnt want to keep it going. He felt happier as she laid her head on his chest.

[drake--hudvans]

In My Fathers' Eyes || Phone Call

Hearing his phone ring, he sighs and shouts to Matt. "Put the burrito down! Don't you learn your lesson? Those things go right through you!" Glancing at the number, he frowns and picks it up, wondering who the hell is calling from an unknown number. Pressing talk and bringing the phone up to his ear, he answered. "Lukas Hudvans speaking. How may I service you today?"

If it was possible, his grin got wider at the sound of his dad's voice. Without missing a beat, he replied, "Is your subzerofridgerator running?" He knew that his dad would get this because it was his movie growing up as a child. He couldn't count the number of times he sat on the couch with his dads, quoting the movie as it played along. His heart ached for them, and he hoped that this phone call would somehow ease his homesickness.

Luk let out a sharp gasp. "DRAKE?!" The shout caught the attention of his fellow father and Matt squealed, running towards him and tripping over his feet. "Drake Todd Hudvans! Why is this the first we're hearing from you?!" He feigned hurt and anger, but in all reality, he knew that he was so happy to be talking to his baby boy, the only one he shared with his best friend. A smile spread along both of their faces and Matt kept telling him what to say. Pushing his face away, Luk muttered. "And your dad says hi and that he loves you and not ot be silly, wrap your willy. You know, the usual."

Letting out a loud laugh, Drake almost had tears fall down his face. It was a definite mixture of euphoria and sadness. "Tell dad that I am, and that I love and miss him too, okay Pa?" He smiled, more for his own benefit that the others on the phone. "And I'm sorry, dad. It's complicated, I told you. But with any luck, I'll try calling you more often, okay? And I love and miss you too." Imagining his fathers standing in the middle of the living room, with the phone on speaker. "How is everything at home? It's funny, but I actually work at a Stop N Go. How's business? And Pedro?" He had other, more personal questions to ask, but he really wanted to know all of these things first. He needed something to keep with him from this phone call.

Hearing an undercurrent of something he couldn't name from Drake, Luk frowned and glanced at Matt who could sense it too. But his words meant the world to the pair of them. It had been almost six months since they had heard from him. They knew he was alive, but it was much harder to convince yourself after half a year without your little boy. Not that he was so little anymore. "You know we miss you. Sorry I went all 'Mr. Grinch' on you."  The little filler of his life, made them smile. "Taking in the family business, eh? We knew you'd give in. Who else to pass our famous Hudvans Burrito recipe to?" He chuckled and pursed his lips, watching Matt fanning himself as to not to tear up. "Things are good, actually. Me and your dad are actually getting ready to go to San Diego for a few weeks. A little reunion between friends an all." He grabbed a tissue off the coffee table near the couch and handed it to his blubbering best friend. "And Pedro is fine. Just off to see his mistress, like every year. How are you?"

Drake laughed softly, listening to the sounds of choked sobs coming from the other line. He knew it was his dad; he was the more sensitive of the pair, which was saying something considering they both cried at The Swan Princess. Hearing about their plans and Pedro's annual trip to his blonde haired, tracksuit supermodel bombshell, made his heart ache. "Yea, I'm really glad to hear that Pa." He swallowed a lump that was forming in his throat and bit his lip. "I was actually wondering if we could talk about something serious, if you don't mind. I really need your adivce."

Luk sighed, glad that his son brought it up on his own, instead of him having to try to force it out of him. "You know you can talk to us about anything, right?" He frowned a little, wondering if everything was okay. Drake didn't usually open up to anything serious so soon. But by the tone of his voice, he knew that something was eating him up and Luk would do anything for Drake, even if it was talking serious, which he really wasn't good at. But, well, he had to learn sometime. And this moment seemed kind of perfect. He put Drake on speaker and presed a finger to Matt's lips, shushing him and waiting for Drake to continue.

Drake took a deep breath, nodding, trusting his parents in this topic of conversation. "Well, I think... I think I may have found someone that I really like. And not just the way I usually like someone. I mean like... I could just hang out with this person all the time and stuff and..." He bit his lip, not sure how to phrase it. "I think I'm in a relationship and it really terrifies me and I have no idea how to not be scared anymore, because I have this feeling that I'm going to mess everything up, dad. And I don't want to. I'm tired of running."

Luk and Matt exchanged a look. This was serious. The last time Drake had ever admitted feelings for anyone outside the family, well, the girl didn't reciprocate his feelings and its when he hardened a little. His parents understood he was guarding himself, but they knew that there would come a time when he couldn't hide anymore. They'd each been through similar situations. Luk took a deep breath. "You don't know how glad I am to hear that, Drake. Because this means you're smart. Being scared of falling for someone is smart, because you can really learn to trust someone. Just don't let your fear rule you. You're capable of so much when you love someone." He smiled and Matt nodding, reminding him about the time that someone shouted something ugly at them while they were at the supermarket about being together. Drake had immediately pelted the man with snowballs and shouted about happiness and minding his own business. That was when Luk knew he'd inherited his words and Matt's passion.

Still chewing on his lip, Drake lied back on his bed, listening intently to what his dads were saying. Hearing it from them made it make more sense and he smiled at the memory his dad was spouting to him. Running his fingers through his hair, he sighed. "So you think I should go for it? Do you think I should really try to give it my all? I mean..." His voice trailed off as he thought of letting himself go with Emil and his smile softened. "This guy... I think he really deserves everything, Pa, and I think... I think maybe I want to try to give him that. He actually reminds me of you guys sometimes. It's part of why I like him." He licked his lips, his earlier unease somewhat settling. "I just want to know if you think it's a good idea. I wanted your advice."

Hearing his son say 'him', made no difference to Luk and with a quick glance at Matt, he knew it made no difference to him either. If their boy was in love, or lesbians as he liked to call it,  he would be happy for him and support him. And with the way Drake was talking, he knew that this boy  must be something special. Meeting Matt's eyes, he knew the feeling. "I say, you go for it, Todd. You can still be guarded and a little scared, but like I said, don't let it rule you. You deserve everything too." Matt added his two cents and Luk reached over and took his hand, so glad that their little Drake had called.

Drake smiled. "Thank you guys. I-" He swallowed another lump in his throat and coughed, trying to clear it. "I miss you guys so much. And I promise to call you again real soon, okay?" He sat up, knowing that this call had to end, but really wishing it didn't. "I love you, Pa, Dad. And tell Pedro eu te amo, for me, okay?" His eyes shone with unshed tears, and he swallowed those back to, not wanting this to be harder than it already was. "I love you so much, I'll talk to you soon. Au Revoir."

Luk took a deep breath, the ache of not having his son with him for so long, really taking a toll. "We love you and miss you too, Drake. So much. You be safe okay? And call us! Don't forget you have your old men here, okay?" Letting out a mangled laugh from trying to keep it together, but really failing after his son did the ritual '13 going on 30' thing that they had agreed to do. He  wrapped an arm around Matt, doing his best to be strong for him and kissed his forehead. "Arrivederci, baby boy." And the line disconnected with Matt calling, "MARAUK OUT!"

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Sweet Intoxication || Connor & Lucy

April 5, 2012. Lucy goes over to Connors place to make him meals throughout the weak, only to wind up falling asleep on his couch. When he comes home he wakes her and they start talking, only to get into an argument that then sparks something else. Warning: Smut lays beyond this point.

Lucy: Lucy had been making food for the good part of an hour. She had managed to get a few things made, wrapped and already sticky noted as to give the directions for Connor whenever he wanted to eat them, but there were still one or two more she had yet to cook. She had come over after her movie night with Savannah, needing the distraction from what day it currently was to her. It wasn’t really all that special, just a bitter reminder of what she’d just recently lost. Even having drank some coffee beforehand to help keep her awake so that she could make the food and hopefully still be around for when Connor came back, she could feel the sleep overtaking her, her eyelids slowly closing against her will. Finally she decided that it would be best if she just took a small nap, perhaps ten minutes at top, and wound up passed out on Connor’s couch in the living room. 

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Connor: Taking a deep breath, Connor noticed Lucy's expression change. He swallowed hard. He wanted to be mad, angry. He was her second choice. Ideally in her mind, he must have been her first but he just couldn't see that. He understood now where she was coming from. He'd found her between a rock and a rough place, he'd put her there. He had the chance to be with her, for real this time, would he really let that moment pass? They both were vulnerable, broken...but something in him wouldn't let him walk away as he stood there, watching her eyes avert to him, sparkling at his words. He stepped forward, breathing deeply, gazing down at her, he felt his hands cup her cheeks delicately before he drew her into a soft and loving kiss.

Lucy: Lucy watched him, waited for his next move after what he’d just said. He honestly was something she didn’t deserve, something she shouldn’t even be allowed to chase after, and yet here she was. He was telling her that she was worth more than she thought she was. How could he think that? After everything she had done to him. But he was giving her a second chance, and she was taking it. She wasn’t going to let him down like she had before. As he cupped her face in his hands she felt her breath catch, her eyes locked on to his. They had kissed before, but every single time seemed like the first. The moment their lips touched she felt her hands moving, one of them looping around and hooking on to the back of his shoulder, the other making its way to the back of his neck. She had told him to get used to her kissing him back, and she meant it.

Connor: He took his time, savoring her lips, his lightly caressing against hers at first before he hungrily enveloped them within his, he pulled her closer, gently, still cupping her cheeks as he took control kissing her the way he wanted to, his brow furrowed as he finally drew from her what he'd always wanted. Those lips, that passion, compassion, adoration. He was intoxicated. He pulled from her lips for a moment, his eyes flashing open, swallowing hard he gazed into her eyes, his thumbs gingerly caressing her skin while his hands still rested on her face delicately. He pulled from her then, stepped away, taking a deep breath he wiped his lips and closed his eyes contemplating things...'Wait...what the fuck are you doing are you honestly having to think about it?'...In all honesty he didn't want her to be hurt. If he should fuck things up. She was a vulnerable mess. They both were. But hell...wasn't that sometimes where things fell into place? He turned back around to face her, opened his lips to say something but there was nothing to be said. Instead he closed the gap between them and kissed her again roughly, without a second thought, his hands falling, resting on the small of her back

Lucy: Her mouth worked against his slowly as he kissed her, a sweet and simple kiss that didn’t seem to be enough just yet. When he pulled away she felt an ounce of disappointment that it was over so soon, feeling her stomach begin to tie up in knots once he stepped back. She didn’t want it to be over, but she didn’t want to force anything on him. They both had things to deal through at the time, yet that didn’t stop her from wishing he hadn’t stopped. Her eyes widened in surprise when he did turn back around, this time capturing her lips more passionately. She barely hesitated in response, allowing her one arm to fly around his neck as a way of pulling him closer to her, the other starting to tangle in his hair. She let a small sigh escape her as she moved to press against him, letting everything that had been building up within her these past few days, out through these simple enough movements. Simple, but powerful. All she knew was that in this moment she didn’t want to stop. She just wanted to stay like that, in his arms, connected to him forever, without any other care in the world.

Connor: He gasped as he pulled from the kiss and breathed deeply. To put it frankly, he was a guy, and her being there, needing him, was actually quite the turn on. He wondered if he could get away with using his bit of frustration in the passion. His chest rose and fell as he swallowed hard again staring down at her then he turned her around pressing her body into the counter her back now to him as his hands ran up and down her sides, his lips finding their way along her neck, tilting her head as he rested tender kisses along her skin breathing rapidly and deeply.

Lucy: Lucy’s breathing deepened as he spun her around, pressing against her and let his hands wander up and down her. Her hands came to rest on the counter top, needing the extra support as he kissed away at her neck, making her stomach feel as though it had been set on fire. A small whimper left her lips and she removed one of her hands from the counter to land on top of one of his. Gently and slowly she guided it across her stomach, bringing it upwards until she let it rest on her breast. She squeezed his hand before letting go and instead letting her hand fall behind her where she had access to the back of his neck. She let her fingers make its way to the base of his hair, tugging at the bits she could reach.

Connor: Connor grunted willingly taking hold of her breast. He squeezed it just as firmly as she let her hand go, if not rougher, with more urgency. He gasped against her skin, sucking and teasing it with his teeth. He ran his tongue delicately along her salty sweet surface before clasping down and sucking from one spot to the next, his hand still fondling her breast, the other lifting to do the same. He took a moment to grab both, savoring their shape and the way they felt against the cloth of her shirt and bra. He got a bit rougher with his actions, biting against the crook of her neck before his hands softly, yet firmly ran down from her breasts to her stomach then lower as he unlatched the button to her jeans. He unzipped her fly slowly, resting his face against the crook of her neck, his warm breath cascading against her skin. He furrowed his brow as he pulled the flaps of the denim down finding her underwear. His breaths came out shaky as his fingertips played with the elastic band before he very delicately slipped his hand down inside of the cloth moving down between her legs searching for her pink skin. He started to kiss into the crook of her neck again as his fingertips gently ran across her hidden entrance and glided along her sensitive little nub before he began to rub it softly at first, moaning into her neck.

Lucy: Lucy gasped at the way he fondled her breasts, leaning her head back against him at the pleasure of it. More whimpers left her mouth as he continued to work at her neck, the contact of his lips leaving the skin he had just touched with a burning sensation. When his hands had moved farther down, Lucy began to squirm in anticipation. His breath against her neck, although warm, sent shivers down her spine. Once his fingers had found their destination, a moan began to form from the back of her throat, her eyes slightly rolling behind her closed lids. “Connor…” She bit her bottom lip, wanting to touch more of him, and needing to have her mouth meet his again. The hand that had been working at the hair at the base of his neck now came back around to clasp his jaw, forcing his mouth away from the skin at her neck, and instead turning it to face her where she crashed her lips against his hungrily. She wanted more of him, she needed it, she could already feel it building inside of her. Instead she took what she could of him, arching her back while still pressing in to him, allowing her tongue to push against his lips as a question for entrance.

Connor: He was only pushed further as she said his name. He moaned in return crashing his lips into hers allowing her the satisfaction of the kiss, eagerly and willingly kissing her back as his fingers worked right against her clit before he slid them along he sensitive folds of skin teasingly. He took his time exploring her, rubbing four fingers in circles against the wet surface before without a second thought as his tongue massaged into hers, he plunged two fingers inside of her, letting out a loud groan as he parted his lips against hers eagerly intertwining their tongues in fervent passion.

Lucy: Another moan made it from her throat as he entered her, this time muffled as she moved her mouth against his. Her tongue pressed against his, teasing him as best she could as he did the same to her in a different place. Her thoughts started to become foggy as she could only think now of how he felt, his fingers alone causing more shivers to be sent down her spine, and her body to squirm in need of even more. She pulled away from the kiss to allow herself to breath, the actual action having become more difficult and laborious as they’d progressed. She rested her head on his shoulder, taking the deep breaths that she needed to in order to continue on.

Connor: He fed off of her reaction only working his fingers within her, swirling them around, then pressing them in and out, working them at a steady and hard pace. He licked his lips as she rested her head against his shoulder, he too catching his breath. He listened to her breath, both their systems catching up to one another, suddenly they seemed to be breathing, panting in sync as he worked his fingers skillfully inside of her. He worked them a bit with a little more roughness, urgency building up inside of him. He bit his bottom lip and grunted, brow furrowed as he moaned into her neck. "Lucy," He whispered as he savored the warmth he felt against his fingers.

Lucy: Her eyes rolled again behind closed lids, her breath hitching as he whispered her name. The way he said it, the passion behind it made a needier moan build up inside of her. His fingers caused so much pleasure, her hips bucking slightly in reaction. She managed to catch her breath again, turning to bring her mouth to his once again. This time it was much more passionate, much more open, expressive of what she was feeling right now. She allowed small moments of break where she panted out his name, moans continuing to work its way past her lips, as her eagerness revealed itself.

Connor: He kissed her back just as eagerly, passionately, sultry, his eyes suddenly batting open taking a moment to gaze at her as their lips pulled from one another, catching their breath again. He watched her, the way her face contorted in pleasure from what he was doing to her. He grit his teeth and groaned, growing more rough with his movements, his fingers working in and out of her pretty roughly, swirling and pumping and curling, getting to know her inner muscles and wetness. He then pulled his fingers from her, playfully bringing them to his lips he sucked and licked away her juices from his fingertips before he removed his shirt in one swift movement. He looked to her, searching her expression for the okay to continue on.

Lucy: A small sigh that was laced with a whimper caught in her throat, reacting to his fingers movements inside of her. When he had removed them her eyes fluttered open, watching him now, waiting for his next step. He took his shirt off and now waited for her move, her acceptance or rejection of what was happening. Managing to spin herself around, Lucy took a moment to bring her hand up to his face and caress it gently, staring in to the eyes that looked so passionately at her, something she was sure her own eyes were mirroring. Finally she brought her hand away again and instead moved it to the hem of her shirt so that she could pull it up and over her head. Once she tossed it to the side, she brought her hands to the counter behind her and used it to help her hop up on to the surface. Spreading her legs to allow his body to come closer, she grabbed on to the back of his neck and brought his mouth back to hers, the other hand resting on his shoulder with her nails gently teasing at the skin beneath them.