#easton starter

[eastonstallard]

easton stallard open starter

where: campus when: afternoon

@monarchstart​

easton cracks his knuckles before he pushes himself up to stand, he was still a little sweaty after his run, opting to take a small break before dragging his ass back to the alpha gamma sigma house. he’s overdone it, but his mind has been racing and the only way he knows how to calm it is by pushing his body past it’s limits. if he works out hard enough, he can forget his problems for a little while. he’s moving slow, sluggish, when he spots the person in front of him dropping something that looks pretty valuable. “hey --” he calls out, breaking out into a light jog to close the distance between them. “you just dropped this -”

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@lungsandlips​ Alistair

“Do I even want to know why I have a golden phallus on my kitchen counter?” 

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@lungsandlips​ Alistair

There was a hint of pink on his cheeks. “Why’re you wearing a suit? Going for a job interview somewhere?” 

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@griponmx

Easton dreaded these tutoring sessions. It was good money, but the blatant bedroom eyes with which the other undressed him had his mind thinking of unspeakable things. Colin was a handsome young man - emphasis on young - with clearly no shortage of suitable partners. Or at least that was Easton’s assumption. There was no fathomable reason why he would be the recipient of Colin’s affection, not that Easton himself looked ghoulish, but he had almost ten years over his student.

Never mind the fact that Colin was his student.

And yet, here he was, quasi-squirming on his seat whilst trying to explain mutation probability analysis. Easton tried not to lean too close when jotting down mathematical models on a piece of scrap paper between them, lest their thighs touched again, or his nose picked up Colin’s scent. Colin smelled good; he had always smelled good, like he showered before every session, and oooh here Easton was getting smitten again. 

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@lungsandlips

“Do you actually have horns?” 

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@lungsandlips

His heart was about to jump up his throat, Easton thought, as he knocked on Kit’s hotel door. It was a a few minutes past midnight, but a teammate could walk down the hallway at any moment, and explaining why Kit’s supposed best friend was standing there with a duffle bag would be at best awkward. Oh I just flew my best friend out of the country so he could stay in my single bed hotel room while we’re on tour kind of awkward. 

“This is a bad idea,” he said after Kit had closed the door. And after a rather sloppy kiss, he added. “Someone’s very happy to see me. Someone downstairs.” 

[euphoriaemporiae]

“You know what I love about you? You are fantastically nuts.” 

[euphoriaemporiae]

“No, no,” Easton said, unable to stop giggling when his friend started divulging private information from his childhood to the guy he had just started seeing. “I’m not a karate master. Don’t listen to what she’s spewing. My dad hung up a punching bag in the backyard and taught me to box when he found out that I was gay. Not because martial arts would make me straight, but because he wanted me to be able to defend myself. His way of supporting me, I suppose'. Sad to say, I completely failed at punching a bag.”