#bevon

[lilyrossdepp]

bels and dev, two pretty best friends!!

[devonleecarlsonstuff]

Devon Lee Carlson, Devon Ross, Camile Jansen, Bella Hadid, Lauren Leekley ar the  Baccarat Crystal Clear event in Paris (02/27) (2)

[themsleeves]

UFC 232 - Uriah Hall vs Bevon Lewis

[versinator]

Sűrűben bevon

Richter rengetegeknek tulajdonsága közeledni Felriasztva fejének űk képzeteink Odainti zenélünk helyszínek összedolgozódni

Ötlete parókát zavarjam kortársaink Együttesét alkata felügyelőt aranyerére Ladát dobálni aloysius tankönyveink

Védtelenek elhaladtunk környékén hangerejére Gyerekjátszótér érettségizős vízállás tevékenységem Roston folyamatát itallal vécére

Negyvenötre vízivárosi szénáról seggem Fénymag gödreire alkalmas ragaszkodni Fröccsentse szentesítették szaloncukor műveltségem

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Bevon akárminek

Asztalfiókot szeretés elhagyatottság mozdulatra Megörültünk okoztak vse kapcsolata Megállapításai kirámolta szorultan tárlatra Tizenharmadika egyikre bölcselemnek járata

Felnéztünk egyenértékű produkció magyarázatra Reptetni komolyabb leltárba mintázata Belsejében januártól sötétvilágos látszatra Mediterrán előrelátás fiunknak tapasztalata

Keresztutcába telefonunkra eltöltjük pulóveremet Megnemértésből várhattam változtatásra sorolja Koalícióban csinálható olvasható köteteimet

Önmagáról kocsink vélhetem furcsállja Lakással megmenekülés örvendeztetne jegyzeteimet Remekműbe itatása narancsok becsalja

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murfeel's Radical Warehouse & Auto Shop

An old warehouse on the far side of town, convertted into a liveable den for those social misfits who see nothing wrong with tin roofs that

[dstarstories]

I'm going to ride this uber-motivated writing wave as much as I can so while I can't promise consistent, daily posts or to finish all of them - I am going to randomly work through some of these August prompts. I am going to use Bevon for now, as I have always loved writing them & they aren't tied to any specific story of their own but I may switch it up depending on my mood LOL!

HANDS

"Put your hands behind your back," Bentley commanded forcefully, leaning the man over the hood of the car.

Devon purred loudly. "You know you're turning me on, baby."

The blond sighed in frustration, releasing his wrists & rolling his eyes. "This is serious, Dev. I have to do this tomorrow in class." Much to the surprise of everyone that knew him, Bentley Young had enrolled in the police academy right after high school. Coming from what had always been seen as the 'rough crowd', all of his friends had teased him relentlessly when they found out about his dreams to become an officer of the law. While his best friend turned boyfriend, Devon, had supported him through all of this, he still couldn't resist the urge to tease him from time to time.

"What?" Devon laughed, confidently strolling over & taking a swig from a bottle of now lukewarm beer that had been sitting on the roof of the car he had been customizing in the body shop where he worked. He needed to put in some extra hours to get ahead so when Bentley had asked for his help, he'd agreed to do it at the garage after everyone else had gone home for the night. "You bossing me around & being all aggressive?" he smirked, biting his bottom lip suggestively. "It fucking gets me, baby."

"You have a one track mind," Bentley grumbled through gritted teeth. "You know that, right?"

"Bent," Devon snorted, shaking his head. "You know me. I think you're hot. Did you really expect anything less?"

"I expected you to really help me when I asked you to," the blond sneered before his face changed to one of defeat & disappointment. He fidgeted with the handcuffs now, not wanting to look up. This was the point where he questioned if he was doing the right thing. Was being a cop really such a stupid idea for the bad boy from the trailer park?

Devon's mood instantly shifted watching this happen. He knew Bentley better than anyone else & he knew how important this was to him. He took another swig from the bottle before tossing it towards a black metal trashcan close by. Stepping closer, he took Bentley's hands in his own. "Don't listen to me or anyone else," he whispered encouragingly. He dropped one of the man's hands, taking his chin & lifting it so that they were eye to eye. "You've fucking got this, Bent. You're top of your class, for fuck's sake. You don't have anything to worry about."

Bentley listened, feeling empowered with his boyfriend's words. The man was right. He was working hard & it had been paying off. As much as he seemed to stress & practice & study, he was seeing the results every day at the academy. As he let that sink in, he nodded, mostly to himself, before lifting his head high.

Devon saw this change in him & smiled, reaching for his tools so that he could yet again pretend to be working. "Just promise me one thing," he chortled. "Bring the cuffs home so we can finish this the right one."

Bentley immediately laughed, holding them up & raising a mischievous brow. "These? Better be good for me then," he teased playfully. Moving forward, he pretended to catch his boyfriend by surprise. This time, he didn't react when he heard the man's breath catch in his throat while he spun him around & slammed him down on the cool metal of the vehicle in front of them. "Hands behind your back. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to have an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you by..."

"Mmm, fuck," Devon growled. "Lock me up & do your worst, baby."