#shea:ftf

[prettyboyxshea]

Halls || Open

To say that Shea wasn’t ready for the new classes to begin was an understatement. He had no interest in school and had barely managed to pass this semester, not quite over yet, but he knew he wasn’t going to fail over the next few weeks. He was only doing so because Ryder had insisted and, for some reason, he couldn’t bear to disappoint him. He leaned against a wall and sighed, noticing someone approaching, “What?” he asked sharply, not expecting a real response.

[prettyboyxshea]

Lunch

@switchysmythe

After sending a message for Frankie to have lunch on her own, Shea made his way to Elliot’s dorm, hoping the other wasn’t upset with him for things he’d said. He knocked at the door without kneeling, even though it felt wrong to do so. When the door opened, he immediately walked into Elliot’s personal space and kissed him fiercely. “I missed you,” he murmured, “You feeling better?”

[prettyboyxshea]

Poker Slut - Open to all

Shea was nervous, more than nervous to be wearing these things in public, but Ryder had ordered it. He knew he trusted the male to watch out for him, along with Sebastian, so he’d be safe. Walking into the suite, he moved slowly, the heels he was wearing he was familiar with but it was still overwhelming, knowing how many were attending. He entered the room slowly, afraid to be made fun of, but released a breath of courage. “I’m here now,” he said, announcing his presence. @switchryder

[prettyboyxshea]

Shea/Mateo - 7/2 - Playroom

@dommateolopez

Shea was eager for his time with Mateo, needing a more intense scene to circumvent all the stress he’d been feeling lately. He arrived at the expected time and stayed kneeling, waiting impatiently when he didn’t see the other man, though he didn’t doubt he was close. He didn’t like being alone, but felt safe in the place he was for the time being. His hips wiggles in anticipation, his cock aroused in his tight lacy panties and he forced himself to still, to be patient for the Dominant.

[prettyboyxshea]

Open FtF

They were back at school now, trip over, and it seemed like Shea still couldn’t get out of the slump he’d created for himself. Punishments were pending and he knew what that meant, he’d be hurting and still be an asshole to everyone around him. In a sense, he felt like he was just like his father and that hurt even more, considering how the man had crushed him just a few months before. He tried to stay in his room, but it felt too cramped with his new roommate, so he ventured to the library. He loved to read but couldn’t take in any words of text from the History book that would usually keep his mind occupied from his worries or concerns. It was more than frustrating and tears filled his eyes without his permission, no longer able to keep his feelings inside. He was falling apart and there was no way to stop it. 

[prettyboyxshea]

Withering Away {Shea/Elliot}

@switchysmythe

Shea felt completely out of sorts as he sat on the infirmary bed. He hadn’t seen Elliot yet, but deep down, knew he wanted to more than anything. There was a longing there that he hadn’t felt before and it was easier to focus on that than any physical pain he felt. He was certain the food they gave had gluten in it, by the feeling in his stomach and hands, along with not enough water and they’d given him fluids for dehydration.

The clothing he put on wasn’t his but he still wore it, just to avoid the nudity and waited until the Switch was cleared and would arrive for him. There was still the thought of sneaking off to his room, but, more than anything, in that moment, he couldn’t disappoint Elliot more than he already had.

[prettyboyxshea]

Shea/Elliot - Bus Ride

“Sir,” Shea asked softly, quiet so they could talk in private, “Do you think we have a healthy relationship? I mean, honestly.” @switchysmythe

[prettyboyxshea]

@switchysmythe

“Hm, of course you’d say that,” the switch teases as he strokes his cock. He doesn’t really care who sees, or even if they don’t have enough time because he’s not hell bent on getting Shea off. If only to keep hearing those sinful noises he’s able to pull from the submissive. He puts his hand down Shea’s panties when the other asks for more and wraps his hand around his cock. “Since you asked so nicely,” he says as he begins to stroke the other, thumb teasing over the tip of it. 

Shea moaned, unable to help himself when he feels the extra pressure around his length. Elliot’s hand is so familiar, so easy to lose himself in it and forget about everyone else around them. “T-thank you, Daddy,” he whimpers, the title meant directly for the man before him and he wants nothing more than this. He thrusts into the teasing strokes, gasping at the touch to the tip of his cock and it’s not enough, but knows that Elliot will take care of him. He always does. “You feel so good,” he whimpered, tilting his head up to steal a kiss from the other, letting his lips linger against the Switch.