#th.ira

[famishdd]

closed started @sealedfcte

“didn’t think anyone else would be up here.” ira’s shoes scrape lightly against the asphalt roof as he steps out, a six-pack dangling from his fingers. meant to drink alone. he’d needed a break from the suffocating confines of the shitty hotel room he’d been stuck in for weeks. a new city, not a single familiar face, except theirs. and he knows them. maybe better than most.

“didn’t peg you for the type to sit and watch the sunrise.” a teasing smile tugs at his lips, but he moves in anyway, dropping into the empty spot beside them. he cracks open two beers, passing one over without asking.

“you up here thinking about how shit everything is too, or is that just me?”

[famishdd]

closed starter for @loveshard

“thought you guys were staying at that hilton a few blocks over… how’d you end up here?” ira leans against the doorframe of his hotel room, his gaze dragging down their body before stopping at their waist, then lifting back to meet their eyes. there’s something easy, amused in his tone as he steps aside to let them in.

he glances down the empty hallway before shutting the door behind them. “you didn’t text me you were coming. figured you’d be licking your wounds. sulking.” it had been a close game, but tampa pulled it out in the end. most of the guys were probably still down at the bar celebrating—playoffs ahead, a real shot at the cup. ira lingers in the small space between the door and the bed for a second, already settled into the idea of a quiet night. he’d showered, changed into boxers, some trashy reality show playing low in the background.

“you looked good out there tonight,” he adds, a faint smirk pulling at his mouth. “had me a little nervous a few times, not gonna lie.”

[famishdd]

closed starter for @hclycrufix based on this

“i know you’ve settled down with that okay guy and that dog you found.” he bites back the urge to say more. knowing insults want solve anything. “but we were never really just friends were we?”