#lowesutton

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practice kisses

closed for @lowesutton​

There was a half empty bottle of cabernet on the coffee table, the second of the night. Only candles lit the fully furnished condo. Hudson hadn’t been thinking ‘mood lighting’ when he lit a total of eighteen candles, some on chandlers, some large and scented with somewhat sultry names, but they definitely set the mood. And his new ‘friend’, his only friend since he had re-located, looked damn good with the soft glow on his face, and the flicker of fire in his emerald eyes. 

Sipping at his wine, Hudson stared longingly into it for a moment before slowly letting his eyes dance up to Lowe’s once more. Soft Shoegaze and experimental jazz played in the background, and Portishead called out longingly as Hudson spoke, throwing the suggestion out there like it was nothing. “Do guy friends ever like... practice kissing, you know, like girl... friends do?”, he asked casually, before not so casually draining the red from his wine glass, and setting it down. 

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Hudson had been lonely since Noah had disappeared. Lowe came around sometimes, smoked his weed and made snide statements when he attempted to flirt. No one had really looked at him like the young photographer had since he left. The handsome doctor that had taken him home and popped his bottoming cherry didn’t really look at him. He was looking for someone else in his face. 

So, the nineteen year old sat at the bar, drowning his sorrows in straight tequila. He never got ID’d here, and the bartender wasn’t stingy with the booze. His clothes were tight, hoping to secure looks from strangers, but his heart wasn’t really in it. Slumping over the bar, he sighed, before raising back up, eyeing the man that had slipped next to him while his face had been against the cool counter. His mouth said nothing, but his eyes said ‘take advantage of me’. 

[model--behavior]

What do you think of Lowe?

“I think he’s cute as a button and yappy like one of those rat dogs.” 

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FMK- Hudson (yourself), Alwyn, Lowe

“Well, I’d fuck me. Would you fuck me? I’d fuck me so hard. Wink. Marry Lowe’s pretty Billie Eilish looking ass, and kiss Alwyn’s cute freckled face.” 

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FMK - Alwyn, Lowe, Taylor

“Taylor’s ass is a thing of myths. Obviously, I want up in there. I guess I’d marry Lowe, not that I could afford to keep him in marijuana. Aaaaand... I’d kill kiss Alwyn even though he’d probably sooner die.”