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Jerking in the shower, messy night stands, the complete absence of bacon, dogs watching you fuck.

I can’t believe that you called me out like this.

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@smythehq || ‘ i wish you would be honest with me. ’

Hunter paused as he looked at Sebastian, knowing that they were going to reach this point one day. He just wasn’t ready for it to be today. But here they were, standing in his dorm as Sebastian tried to dig deeper into Hunter and Hunter found himself slowly letting his walls down. He wanted to be honest with Sebastian, tell him his feelings but there was so much damage inside of him that he couldn’t risk the taller running away once he found out how broken he really was.

“That’s not a box you want to open.” Hunter replied softly, his hands in the pockets of his slacks. His blazer was on his bed, white dress shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. “Trust me Sebastian, it’s better if we don’t talk about it. I like you, I really do. But what you’re asking of me is too much.”

#smythehq #will you stay with me and just forget the world (canonish verse ft smythehq)

@smythehq gets a starter

Coffee was a must in the world of IT, Winn knew that much. And as much as he wanted to just quit his job he knew that he couldn’t. Instead he was here buying semi-decent coffee before work. He felt himself bump into someone else, dropping his cup as it spilled on his dress shoes. “Watch where you’re going.” He spoke before bending down to grab his cup and putting it in the garbage. That was when he noticed someone looking at him, making his bad morning almost worse. “Mind your business will you?”

#smythehq #now im the villain in your story (dark!winn verse ft smythehq)

[ shower ] to join my muse in the shower.

ander’d had it. maybe sebastian wasn’t entirely wrong, maybe his showers did happen to be a little longer than was necessary, but he had a reason for that. he was an athlete. sore muscles were a regular occurrence for him, and sometimes the only thing that soothed the pain was the hot water gently cascading over his arms, shoulders, and back. and sure, occasionally his reasoning for taking so long had to do with self pleasure, but that was just another thing that helped ease the tension in his body. something sebastian just wouldn’t understand.

...or, okay, he knew for a fact that sebastian was basically an expert at stroking a dick, but that was beside the point. the man wasn’t an athlete. any physical pain he was in was a result of hunching over his laptop to finish a term paper, or from the loud, annoying sex he had with whatever twink he’d picked up at the bar that night. it certainly didn’t give him the right to decide to take an extra long shower out of spite this morning.

after nearly ten minutes of pounding on the door, ander had given up. he didn’t have time for sebastian to be an asshole today, he had meetings to get to. without much of another thought he pushed the door open and quickly began stripping out of his clothes. “move over, i’m coming in.” there was plenty of room in the shower for the both of them, and they’d seen each other naked more times than he liked to admit. once he was undressed, ander pushed the curtain aside, wasting no time in joining sebastian under the hot water. “wipe that look off your face, this is not going to become a regular thing.”

just because they’d had a handful - or two - of drunken - and sometimes sober - hookups in the past, it didn’t mean that they were in any kind of relationship. not even fuck buddies, or whatever polo would call it. they were roommates. nothing more. even if some of their little entanglements were a little bit mind-blowing. “and keep your eyes ahead. this is like... a locker room situation, not one of your fantasies.”

his annoyance grew as sebastian’s smirk did - and vice versa. as much as he could pretend like he wasn’t going to give in once sebastian started teasing, which was really only inevitable, at this point, he already knew he was fucked. at least he could start planning out the excuse he was going to give for being late, while he waited for sebastian to come up with whatever clever little thing he was going to whisper in his ear that’d do the trick. the predictability of it all should really make him immune to his actions, but all it managed to do was build up the anticipation, making him that much more on edge around him.

“i’m moving out, i swear to god, sebastian.” an empty threat, one he made weekly, at the tiniest inconvenience to him. they both knew he’d never survive on his own. not without someone to cook for him and pick his dirty socks off the floor. ...alright, maybe it was about time he admitted that sebastian was a little bit more than just a roommate. not that he was going to, though. not anytime soon, at least. not unless sebastian did it first, and the guy might just be the only person on the planet more stubborn than he was. “just... hand me the damn shampoo, before you start with your shit.”

#smythehq #inbox memes: answered.#sebastian.

❝Tequila is not my friend? YOU’RE not my friend.❞

Hunter chuffed out a laugh, leaning in and taking Sebastian’s arm to wrap around his shoulders, while he put his own around the other’s waist, holding him up. “You’re right. I’m definitely not your friend. I’m just your roommate. Your Captain. And a huge pain in your ass,” he dropped his voice, “both figuratively and literally.” He began dragging Sebastian out of the bar, Scandals, and to where his jeep was parked outside. “I am definitely not your friend. Not the person you called, to come pick you up from this place, two hours after curfew. The person who was already in bed,” he said rather pointedly. Not that his attire didn’t point to that as well. Navy blue jogging pants, and a long white sleeve tee, and a pair of worn sneakers were a far cry from Sebastian’s dark wash jeans that hugged his form, and a soft cashmere sweater in heather grey and kelley green stripes that pointed out how long and surprisingly broad he was. “Time to get you home to bed Tequila boy.”

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“ stop it “

Hunter froze, noting the seriousness of the tone of Sebastian’s voice. He raised an eyebrow at the other. “Okay. Okay, I’ll stop.” He brought his water up to his mouth and took a sip. “I know we can’t just go back to how things were, too much time, too much other things, have happened. But can we start over in the sense that we’re in the same place, and we used to be good friends? If you really want I can try to pretend I’m not even more attracted to you now than I was when we were in college and have the confidence to actually do something about it.”