#keplarboytoy

[pcrthos-blog]

"Hey Porthos, I uh... I managed to get something that actually seems like normal food and I was wondering if you wanted to share it with me?"

“Normal food” as in edible food that tastes like actual food? Well, that’s a rarity on the ship. Even more of a rarity that it’s being offered to be shared.

          “Depends on what it is, but the answer is probably ‘yes.’”

[pcrthos-blog]

"Wow Porthos... You really look good in my shirt!"

Porthos turns red and his head away for a moment before looking back at Helios.

          “You really think so?”

He doesn’t mean to sound so questioning, but he’s having some trouble imagining that he looks anything but ridiculous at the moment.

[countdelaflu-blog]

W

Wet Dream➊ French kissing

He was his friend, maybe his best friend. They never actually talked about things like that, but he felt it deep inside of him: Athos cared a lot about Helios, and there was no way to deny that. And yes, alright, Helios was really attractive, Athos knew when to accept the beauty and admire it... but for it to get this far----....

Hands clutching at the fabric of the other’s shirt, the invasive tongue felt both strange and nice massaging his own in a few awkward movements. Athos didn’t have the strength to push the other away, or maybe he didn’t want to? He only knew the kiss was feeling amazing and that he wanted more... until he wake up drooling, with his tongue out, not fully understanding what had happened.

[pcrthos-blog]

keplar-boy-toy:

Helios took the hand and found a pen to scribble a number on the palm, most likely his bunk number. He the walked away with a wink and small smirk on his lips.

Well then. Porthos regards Helios’s retreating figure with a look of slight confusion, then looks down at his hand. A few numbers. Nothing that makes much sense to him. Why did he-

Wait a minute

Wait a minute.

          “HELIOS!”

[telestiial-blog]

continuation from [x] keplar-boy-toy

Stupid festivities, stupid parties, stupid dancing, stupid Porthos that wouldn’t accept to move more than he had to in order to exist quietly and peacefully. Stupid the amount of alcohol already drank, the music that was maybe not his favorite but decent enough, the couples dancing, even Cain was there, the fucker. And it hit him there, even Cain had someone to dance with... it was a terrible realization, if he had to be honest, and now that he wasn’t at 100% of his ability to control his facial expression it might have been giving away more than he’d have liked to. Not that he would know or notice.

Every thought had vanished from his head the second someone dragged him out: the first push was all it took to get inertia going. He wasn’t sure what was happening, but he didn’t fight back (one should never underestimate the power of alcohol... or loneliness), yet it was quite a surprise to finally be able to recognize the one who dared to simply take him away from the dance scene -to which he was grateful for, in all honesty. However, imaginary tones of mockery appeared in Helios’ voice: was he making fun of Phobos? No, that wasn’t it, was it? The fighter had always seemed a little bit too nosy regarding the navigator’s matters, which was something the fair haired one didn’t like that much -yet, slowly and maybe without realizing it, he had been letting the other step further inside his privacy.

“ Don’t you have a partner to dance with instead of just wasting your time with me? I don’t think Selene will be very happy about this and the last thing I want is getting bitched at for something that I didn’t even aske for to begin with. ”

[tasknamefenrir-blog]

[I just realized that Helios and Valentina don’t have canon patronymics]