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[patientiae-virtus]

Three Idiots Walk into a Strip Club || Nik&Damien&Blake

"DAMIEN ALEXANDER FREDRICKS."

There was a loud, abrupt opening of said sin's dorm door. The noise was loud enough to bother the rest of the neighbors, but at that point in time there were no fucks to give and Nikolay was desperate to find a way out of this situation. Yes, this was for Blake. Yes, this was for his birthday and YES, it was going to be a...pleasant evening at a godforsaken strip club. Nikolay was already praying to some higher power to smite him where he stood. 

"Dress me. Now." This was not how it was suppose to work. Nikolay grumbled and walked over to rummage in Damien's wardrobe.

"Kinky. You want cat ears or maid outfi--" Damien was cut off mid sentence by a barrage of clothing hitting him in the face. As the sin pulled the articles of clothing from his face, his vision was soon blocked by green eyes very close to his own and staring, or glaring, into his soul.

"This is no dirty sexualized matter! I'm completely blaming you for this debacle and I am at odds with what I am suppose to do or wear or everything!!" Nikolay impatiently ranted to the other and grabbing the clothing he had thrown to sort through.

"Why a strip club...?" He sounded on the brink of tears.

[patientiae-virtus]

Boys Night || Nik&Blake&Damien

**

"Elliot is currently occupying the shower. I'm using yours."

"Well I get to watch then."

Nikolay rolled his eyes and walked past Damien. This was the start of a long, long night ahead of them.

**

How did this even happen? The thought crossed Nikolay's mind in between angry hisses of disapproval whenever Damien insisted on distracting him from his shower. It wasn't as if male bonding was a horrible idea. In fact, Nikolay was looking forward to the occasion. He had hoped this would be a chance for Blake and Damien to bond properly--

"Damien Alexander Fredricks, keep your hands to yourself!" And a wet slap was heard in the bathroom. Damien retreated back to his seat on a chair pulled in from his dorm.

"I really can't help it Nikolay. You're naked in my bathroom. I only have so much self-control." Damien chimed in with a smug smile Nikolay could picture perfectly. 

As he was remembering the concept of bonding he had to cringe slightly. How Addie convinced Blake was a mystery and Nikolay was still weary about the idea of them all sleeping in Damien's dorm within inches of one another. 

Nikolay's concentration was broken yet again when he felt a hand suddenly slide up his back. He had never felt so aroused and infuriated in that single moment. Thankfully, being irate won over arousal and Nikolay was soon out of the shower, sopping wet, but not before throwing his wet hand towel onto Damien's face, grabbing his dry towel and exiting the bathroom cold and dripping wet.

They continued to argue, forgetting the time that slowly approached to their destined hour of bonding night. Nikolay was still half naked and wet while Damien was still Damien. 

[brittanythehufflepuff-blog]

Bath Date || Brittana

For the majority of the day, Brittany had done nothing but sit - fully clothed - in an empty bath. Sure, there was a reason behind it; she had found a eye-patch under her bed, and let her imagination run wild. But there was only so much she could allow herself to do. With another round of depression kicking in, Brittany had been nothing but tired lately. And being tired meant she was sleeping her life away. which led to her neglecting her relationship with Santana. Realising that she had put Santana through a lot these past couple of weeks, Brittany finally decided to take action and get things back to normal. So, doing nothing but asking her girlfriend to join in her a bath, Brittany removed her clothes and ran the water. As she lay in the bath as the water ran, she ran her fingers against her ribs and sighed inwardly. It had been so long since she had been intimate with Santana, there was a sight pang in her chest of heartache. What if she wasn’t able to love her anymore? At least not the way she wanted to. After all, she had been putting things off most of the time. With the bath full in a matter of minutes, and the water completely covering Brittany from neck to toe, she grabbed her phone and sent a simple text message to Santana, telling her where to meet her and what to bring. Throwing her phone back down against the floor, Brittany ran her hands through her hair and sank into the water slightly. “Now or never, Britt..” she reassured herself. She knew she was going to be alright, but there was still that slight worry in the pit of her stomach. Her appearance; (aside from the lack of clothing that was covered by water and bubbles anyway) her eyes were sunken, dark and tired, and her hair was wiry and dull-like. These past few weeks really had been hard on her. All she had to do was love Santana. That wasn’t going to be hard, was it?