#austinaaron

[omgblog]

OMG, their butts: Austin Aaron and Sean Patrick Small in ‘Winning Time: The Rise of The Lakers Dynasty’ https://omgwh.at/3LAfWqq

[austinaaronrhodes]

rhodesaustin comment your favorite song 👋🏼

Fifth Harmony – Worth It (ft. Kid Ink) 3:45 Glass Animals – Hazey 4:25 Photronique – Neon Lights 3:15 Broods – Sober

Years and Years – King 3:35 Hilary Duff – My Kind 3:27 LDR – Black Beauty 5:08 Miguel – coffee 2:51 Banks – Change 4:17 ColdPlay – Fix You 4:56 Fifth Harmony – Reflection 3:08 Hayley Kiyoko – Girls Like Girls 3:49 Hasley – Ghost2:24 Fifth Harmony – Worth It (ft. Kid Ink)  

austinlr

[by-conner]

"Rainy Night In"

I used to dream, when no one was around, that one day- hopefully not far away- that one day I would be able to lie on my bed or sit on my couch, and when I needed someone to just sit next to, to just lounge on, or to just be with, I would have someone. I would have someone who wanted to do those things. With me. The first time it happened, though, to me, I didn’t realize it was happening. And I didn’t realize until late in the night afterwards, when I was alone with my thoughts. It dawned on me that when I wished I had someone with lie with, he showed up and lied with me. It was one of those rainy nights when your bed beckoned to sleep, when your comforters were extra cozy, and the air swirled around your head, dripping sleepiness into your eyes like the fabled Sandman. I can wait, my homework assured me. My rigidness makes you uncomfortable, my chair observed. The rain against my window was like a lullaby sung by Mother Nature; a song that only got more beautiful as the air soaked my eyes in tiredness. A tiredness which weighed them down until it was difficult to keep them open. Finally, I gave up my attempts to stay awake and drifted to my bed as if Mother Nature had picked me up like a real parent and dropped me into the squeaking twin size. But like most things I wanted: my want for them dropped considerably when they were mine. Like an hour after all the presents were opened on Christmas, like a hundred miles from the dealership in a new car, like after the second date with the hot girl with no personality, the spark and the desire was gone. Suddenly it was too quiet in my dorm. My roommate was gone, off to some golf game in Sacramento or San Antonio or somewhere. Maybe Salem. Right away I could tell my bed wasn’t the ultimate comfort it advertised itself as. The sleepiness didn’t close my eyes nor did the rain summon my slumber. It was just my bed on regular rainy night. My homework was incomplete and my brain was tuned on. Knock, knock, went the door. I sat up, quickly, with a confused look on my face. Who was there, pounding on my door like they were expected? Strolling to the door, I imagined all the possibilities and the different faces I could see as soon as I opened the door. Russell, the guy across the hall, looking for a buddy to smoke pot? Simon, the RA looking for the source of that odor that kinda smelled like marijuana? Lila, hoping to talk to me about her boyfriend troubles, since I was such a good listener and all? Austin. It was Austin. The tanned boy in a damp blue striped v-beck and jeans. The boy whose black hair dripped from the rain, flattened against his forehead. The boy whose smile crinkled his face and stirred my stomach in ways I didn’t imagine possible until I saw it. “Hey," he greeted, studying my face. “Sorry, did I wake you?" I assured him that he did not, and that he should come in and dry off. His hair pointed in most all the directions after he rubbed it dry with a towel. It made me chuckle. “Sorry, my roommate was really annoying tonight, and I just had to get away from him," he explained, joining me on the couch. I understood completely. “I thought maybe I could spend some time here, instead," he smiled, placing his hand on mine. It was at that point that I stopped knowing what to do. Do I hold his hand? Do I turn on the TV and offer him a snack? Do I say something back? Do I kiss him? “Where’s Eric?" Austin asked of my roommate. I explained his golf tournament and his obligation to be with his team no matter how far they traveled. “So it’s just us?" he smirked, turning to me. In response to my nod in the affirmative, he leaned forward, pushing to my back, and hovering on all fours above me. “Do you want to…" and he leaned down to whisper in my ear. “take advantage of this golden opportunity?" “Yeah," I replied, sealing my answer with a long, drawn out kiss. The one that said there’s more where that came from. An occasional raindrop mixed with the sweat on his forehead which fell to his chest. When he leaned forward to roughly crash his lips on mine, that salty rain mixture landed on my chest. Of course, it wasn’t the only bead of sweat that landed on me. Austin’s naked body in front of me seemed to glisten. Maybe it was just my glasses. They didn’t stay on very straight when my bed shook to the rhythm of Austin’s thrusts. I wondered if Austin was thinking about the sweat on my body as he looked down at me. Maybe he was looking at my crooked glasses. The room wasn’t too quiet after all. I was just a little lonely, I figured. But I wasn’t lonely when Austin was with me. The bed wasn’t any more comfortable and the air didn’t do anything. The rain could have stopped but I wouldn’t have noticed. Instead I lay on that twin size with someone. Someone I needed to lie next to and be with. With Austin’s one arm around my torso and my head on his other, I realized I needed nothing else to find my slumber. That desire, I wouldn’t realize until the sun was up the next morning, to feel his expanding chest on my back or his breath on my neck, or his feet intertwine with mine or his legs rest against mine, wouldn’t dissipate into the air. That spark didn’t leave. “Do you love me, Aaron?" Austin whispered, as if he was barely awake. “Yeah," I responded. I might argue that the spark never left. The want of someone next to me as I sleep wouldn’t ever escape me. Even after Austin did.

[by-conner]

Melody: "Do you think you are over him yet?"

Aaron: "Yeah, I think so."

Melody: "So your mind doesn't wander anymore when I say his name?"

Aaron: "It shouldn't."

Melody: "So tell me: What do you think of Austin?"

Aaron: "Well, the first thing I think of is him. Like he's standing right in front of me. I see his head with his messy brown hair and squinting eyes because he's smiling. I see his smile, that one when he doesn't show his teeth. It makes dimples in his cheeks."

Melody: "What else?"

Aaron: "I can hear him laugh at my good jokes and see that one look he gives me when I tell a bad joke. I see him walking next to me on the sidewalk and sitting next to me in the car."

Melody: "I don't think you're over him, Aaron."

Aaron: "I can feel his muscles in his arms when he wants to impress me by flexing. I can smell his cologne when he hugs me goodbye or whispers something he doesn't want anyone else to hear.

Aaron: "I can imagine him curling up next to me in our bed because it's cold in the morning. Or him jumping sideways on the couch so his head lands in my lap, and then sharing a laugh with him about it. I can imagine him smiling while eating a meal I cooked because it's his new favorite.

Aaron: "I can imagine being nervous to hold his hand, but when I do, he squeezes my hand extra hard just to reassure me that it's okay. Or resting his head on my shoulder just because it's his way to tell me he likes being with me.

Aaron: "I want to fall asleep next to him and wake up next to him. And smile and laugh and hang out with him until the time comes to fall asleep again."

Melody: "Is that what you think when I say his name?"

Aaron: "Yeah."

Melody: "All at once?"

Aaron: "It's like a big firework of memories, imaginations, and feelings that ignites when I hear his name. Do you get that?"

Melody: "I think so."

Aaron: "It's hard, I guess, feeling that."

Melody: "I'm really sorry, Aaron."

Aaron: "It's okay. I know I can't have any of that."

Melody: "You'll get over him."

Aaron: "I hope so."