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“What?” Sutton asked when finding the older man just staring at him. It had been nearly half a year since moving in with Oliver, and the death of his mother. The boy was thankful for the other being in his life, and being the constant support that he needed. The boy smiles up at Oliver, leaning into the man’s shoulder.
@thelxstboys
Sutton sat across from his professor, despite that college was over for the summer. He had bumped into Apollo at a cafe and decided to join him, or interrupt his morning. “I’m going to be a little sad that I won’t have you next year.”
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Sutton had worked late from his internship that night, finding the apartment dark when he got home. Locking the door behind him before kicking his shoes off and dropping the bag to the floor. The boy stifled a yawn, wandering down the hall to the bedroom. Finding his boyfriend curled up in bed as Sutton pulled the covers back before crawling in. “Baby,” he cooed, nuzzling up to Wally.
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“Oliver,” the name barely ghosted from his lips. “Oliver,” Sutton muttered breathlessly as he gently traced his fingers along the man’s upper arm before gently squeezing his bicep. Turning to kiss the side of his face as the other slept. The boy waited a moment to see if the older man would stir from his slumber. “I love you,” he spoke just under his breath.
@thelxstboys
The words hung in the sir around them as Oliver took a moment to think about what Sutton had asked him. Sure, from the looks of what he had asked him before the question came out it would seem to anyone that Oliver was in fact jealous. And naturally, outside of his life in New York Oliver was a jealous guy. But even so, he wasn’t sure that gave him the right to be when Sutton and him had never even had a full ‘talk about your feelings’ moment. “Um.. it’s just.. I mean it’s not that I’m jealous, per say,” he started slowly. “It’s just.. I didn’t think you’d ever.. I don’t know, bring someone to the bakery. N-Not after.. not after we slept together there.. I know you have far better options outside of your time with me.. it’s just.. I guess I’d rather not see all those way younger and painful more attractive then me options prancing around my shop.”
“Oliver,” the boy tried to interrupt the man midsentence but failed. Sutton's smiled only grew wider, “Oliver-- Oliver,” he repeated again. At the very moment, the older man was finished speaking, he leaned across the counter, gripping Oliver’s shirt as he kissed him deeply.
“You--” Sutton breathed, smiling against those lips. “You’re too cute. You have no reason to be jealous, or worried. They’re only here because I’m tutoring them.” He continued on, “You.. I wouldn’t do that to you, Oliver. I couldn’t. Can’t scare you away now after I just got you.”
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“Your eyes better be shut,” Sutton warned the older man. The boy had mentioned about getting another dog but what he didn’t tell Jack was that he would surprise him with one instead. “Open your arms,” the boy demanded. It was a hard give away as the small labrador puppy yipped before setting him down in Jack’s arms.
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The boy smiled when seeing William nested in the chair. Sutton did his best to quietly sneak up behind him before draping his arms around the man’s broad shoulders, lips catching over his sharp jawline. “I’ve missed you,” he dared to say before moving around to place himself in the lap of the other. Fingers fluttered across William’s chest, finding the cigarette in the man’s before bringing it to his own lips to take a small intake. After letting the toxic smoke leave his lungs, the boy leaned in to steal a kiss.
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Sutton stirred as sunlight peeked through the curtains, warming his skin thoroughly. Everything was a small blur earlier that morning when Jack had waken him up in the middle of the night. It still felt like a dream, and part of him wondered if it really was. The boy caressed Jack’s biciep, squeezing it softly as he did so. Lips trailed to his cheek and moved to his jaw. His other hand smoothed down the man’s chest, just pausing short above his briefs. “Morning,” the boy mumbled lightly.
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