#andrewr

[oatmilkovich]

You are the reason for my tears → Andrew Rannells

"At a very early age I knew I wanted to be an actor and then more specifically that I wanted to be on Broadway and be in musicals."

[oatmilkovich]

andrew rannells is my wEAKNESS??? ? ? / ? / / 

[shane-reid-blog]

Wreck me || Shandrew

Looking at himself in the mirror, Shane shook his head in wonder. How exactly had he gotten a hunky model fantasizing about him? And apparently for a while now? No, Andrew must have been pulling his leg. He had to be. But he was coming over to apparently tease and fuck and suck him to oblivion and Shane was more than prepared to let him, since he'd admired Andrew a while now, just from afar. Apparently the feeling had been mutual. Not dressed in more than sweat pants because he thought why bother putting on more, he waited nearer the door, in the 'living room' or rather the part in his one room apartment that had the couch in it.

[stefinocchario-blog]

Just a little something to tell you || Stefandrew

Though he felt tenative about going over to see Andrew when he had a big bruise on his jaw, and bruises on his side he could luckily cover up, he felt too shitty about missing out last night to call it off. Driving over, staring ahead at the road, he worried at his split lower lip until he remembered it was and tasted blood groaning at himself. He lapped carefully at his lip where it was split and looked around at traffic before going across a four way light, getting to Andrew's place. He parked outside and just stared at the building for a few minutes, wondering what this would be about.

He didn't even know what to hope for, or if he should hope at all, because it was feeling a bit like the last time he got feelings for anyone... like it was all messed up and wouldn't feel right, no matter what he did. The only thing that could feel right would be to pull away from the person, get over these icky feelings because in all honestly, he didn't want them. He wanted to feel normal. Sighing, he hopped out of the car and headed up to Andrew's door, lifting up his knuckles and frowning at how scabbed they were before he used his other hand to knock.

[stefinocchario-blog]

One Night | Stefandrew

Stefan had been talking to Andrew about blowjobs for what seemed like twenty for hours or more, or rather, it had been mentioned the day before and they kept going back around to it. This was unacceptable, he wasn't sure how much more he could hear about it, picture it, and not have it happen. He said he'd come over, so he hurried out of his apartment after changing into a t-shirt, pulling it on over his jeans and throwing on a light jacket, locking the door behind him. He hurried to Andrew's apartment, glad that his sisters were off at a hotel, since he wasn't exactly sure how he wanted to be around some preteen girl while getting a blow job- then again if Andrew was as good at it as he sounded like he was, maybe any rules could be bent for it. He knocked on the door and ran a hand through the back of his hair, breathing out.

[stefinocchario-blog]

Puppy Dog Style | Stefandrew

It was late, sure, but Stefan felt like it was his mission now that Aiden had goaded him, to spend a little quality time with Andrew. Not that he hadn't wanted to now for more than twenty-four hours, but he had been going to bide his time. Apparently biding his bite was just biting him in the ass, because Aiden had gotten to him within hours, he was pretty sure. Rolling his neck, he checked his hair as he always did when he was about to leave or have a visitor, nodding his approval to his reflection in the mirror. He hummed and left the apartment, after grabbing his keys and wallet, locking up after he'd exited the place. It was kind of new, he'd had to move rather quickly from his old one, so he was still getting used to thinking where he was in the city.

Luckily for him, he was actually closer to Andrew than he would have been, so he arrived in no time flat to the older man's apartment, excited to see him in person, even more glad he didn't have to tone down any of his enjoyment in case a little girl was a room or two away. Licking his lips and smoothing out his button up shirt, sleeves rolled to be three-quarter lengths, he knocked a few times.

[thenameless182]

Saudades do beijo dela.