#byrcnic

[evanave]

ρєтєя яυмαη¢єк, тяєνσя αη∂єяѕση & єναη ωяιgнт : мσσ∂вσαя∂

@byrcnic + @eniqmvtic sent: 🎟️- cowboy/ranch verse / for a moodboard with 4-9 photos for our muses/ship

[veteris-sanguinis]

I have seen what the darkness does, said goodbye to who I was. I ain't never been away so long, Don't look back them days are gone. Follow me into the endless night,I can bring your fears to light. Show me yours and I'll show you mine, meet me in the woods tonight.

Lance Maddox and Peter Rumancek ( @byrcnic )

[evanave]

ρєтєя яυмαη¢єк & єναη ωяιgнт : мσσ∂вσαя∂

@byrcnic sent: 🎟️- apocalpyse verse / for a moodboard with 4-9 photos for our muses/ship

[evanave]

ρєтєя яυмαη¢єк & єναη ωяιgнт : мσσ∂вσαя∂

@byrcnic sent: 🎟️- college verse / for a moodboard with 4-9 photos for our muses/ship

[evanave]

@byrcnic asked: “I want you too much.” from Professor Rumancek

Peter's forehead was pressing against his, felt the undeniable longing to kiss him, be close to him, even before he breathed out those words. Right now it didn't matter that he was his professor and they shouldn't get involved as long as Evan was his student. At least it never had mattered to the blond. He was seeing Peter as the person he wanted to know everything about, wanted to kiss him goodnight and first thing in the morning. Just wanted to be his so badly that it keeps him up at night. “Yeah?” The blond asked softly. Fingers of both of his hands had curled into the other's hair at the back of his head, gripping more firmly than before as if to make sure Peter wouldn't pull away as Evan moved his head to brush Peter's nose with his own, letting his mouth hover over the other's only millimeters apart. “Then why are you still resisting? I'm all yours.”

[evanave]

@byrcnic asked: You should have stayed away / college verse

“I’m sorry, but I had to see you.” He wanted to be indifferent. Not get worried when it appears like his professor's having a bad day. Even when seeing him smile or laugh from a distance, he doesn't want to be so curious to know what it’s about. But not even once in his life has he ever been indifferent. He couldn't. It wasn't in his nature. Evan felt everything too much all the time. He cared. He will always care no matter how often he's told not to. Because, how the fuck do you not care? Especially if it's about the man who's face is the last thing he thinks about before falling asleep and the first thing on his mind in the morning. So, of course, he had to pay him a visit when his lesson was canceled.

“Also, I brought you this.” The blond took out a container from his bag and held it out to the other. “It's a chicken noodle soup I made. You can toss it if you don't feel like eating it, but… “ He cut himself off, felt like he had said too much already when it was only supposed to be a quick drop-off and nothing more. When it seemed like Peter wasn't moving to accept it he quickly added, “Please, take it. I’ll be on my way then.” Evan's brow slightly furrowed as he began to chew on his bottom lip while an unstoppable rising tide of doubt began to take over his mind. It's not a well-meant gesture if he pushes it onto the other. He should have just let it be to begin with. But was it really so wrong that he wanted to make sure he's okay?

[evanave]

@byrcnic asked: Sender  shoves  Receiver  against  a  wall,  breathing  heavily.  “Tell  me  to  stop,  and  I  will.” from Professor Rumancek

Both their chests were heaving heavily as Evan felt the wall in his back. The searing kiss they had just shared was still burning on his lips and his tongue peeked out as if to catch traces that may have been left on them. The blue in his eyes had darkened, reflecting the arousal he was prominently feeling in his tightening jeans. Heat was radiating off of him, could feel the one from Peter's body and he was certain he'd burst if he was going to pull away now as he needed him so much closer.

“Don't fucking stop.” The blond breathed as his palms traveled up his torso to grab a hold of the man's shirt and pulled it open. Thankful for the snap buttons, otherwise he'd have had to sew them back on later. The distance Peter had maintained between them had been so unbearable lately that Evan was at the end of his patience. He needed him and he needed him now, right here in his dorm room with most of the other students had either traveled home for spring break or were out partying, so the blond had most of the dorm for himself and he knew, the hallway his room was located at was only occupied by him for the rest of the break. They won't get disturbed nor would anyone hear them, therefore he was determined not to let Peter get away. 

Eager hands wandered the now exposed muscular chest down, over those hard abs before arms wrapped around Peter's middle, pulling him closer as he simultaneously leaned in and left a trail of wet kisses across his skin, unable to keep his tongue from tasting him as he was desperate to get drunk on him.

[evanave]

@byrcnic asked: "You  looked  at  me  like  you  wanted  to  say  something  else." from Professor Rumancek

Hands were curled around the edges of his sketchbook, pressing it firmly against his chest as blue eyes looked at the man as if the blond had been caught in headlights like some deer. Quickly he shook his head. “No, I didn't want to say anything…” Voice was low, not at all as firm as he actually wanted his response to sound, because his professor was right. Evan had wanted to show him the portrait he had drawn of him, but whichever determination he had a moment ago, there was none of it left now. So he had chosen the alternative, denial.