head over heels

Kayla. 23. EST. Selective. Multi-muse. Writing sideblog. "Stop walking around like such a fucking cliche." Current mascot: Josefine Frida Pettersen, Norwegian angel.

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Smiling mischievously as her cheek was kissed, Amy took the opportunity to let her gaze roam Perry up and down, appreciatively taking in the sight. As soon as her eyes landed on the contents of the bag, however, the appreciation vanished in place of gluttonous longing. “Oh, oh, oh, oh!” she let out, urging Perry to pass her one of the Oreo packages. She tore into it without a moment’s hesitation, popping one of those sweet cookies whole into her mouth. A deep moan sailed through her nose as the heavenly taste spread throughout her mouth. “Where have you been all my life?” she shot at Perry. “I can’t think of anyone of my past friends with benefits who would’ve gotten me snacks.” She put the movie into the DVD and got up, happy that she so far didn’t have too much trouble doing that by herself. “No need! I got it working,” she grinned, already chewing on another cookie. Without hesitating, she pulled Perry with her to the couch, putting her legs in his lap as though it was the most normal thing in the world. “Let’s watch Chris Pratt and company save the universe, hm?”

Perry’s cheeks flushed a little when he noticed Amy unabashedly checking him out but it abated when she - without much in the way of words - requested the Oreos he had brought. He handed her a package and chuckled as she tore into it. He was fairly familiar with how important food was to pregnant women, as he could so easily and fondly recall his sister’s intense cravings while pregnant. He smirked when she asked where he’d been her whole life and playfully responded: “Well, I was mainly New York, believe it or not... And snacks are an essential part of any movie-watching, Netflix and chill or otherwise. It would have been utterly foolish of me to not have brought snacks.” To prove his point, he brought out a small bag of gummy bears that he had purchased for himself. He settled onto the couch, humming happily when Amy slipped her legs over his lap. He glided a hand appreciatively over her legs, admiring them briefly before it came to rest on her knee. “I can see that... But yes, yes, I’m very ready. I hear this movie has a killer soundtrack.” 

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“I hope you saw my text in time, because this is a big bad one!” Amy called out when she heard the door to her apartment close, signalling the arrival of Perry. She was sat in front of her DVD player, trying to get the old thing to work in time for their scheduled Netflix & Chill session – she hadn’t yet bought an HDMI cable to hook her laptop up to her TV, so the good old-fashioned DVD player would have to do. Luckily, she had Guardians Of The Galaxy on hand, and so their Netflix & Chill wasn’t entirely without its Netflix. “When I say craving, I mean craving. Get-me-some-oreos-now-or-I’ll-murder-somebody craving!” 

Letting himself in, Perry chuckled when he heard Amy calling out to him. “Hello to you, too, beautiful.” He responded, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek in greeting before setting down the bag from the corner store on the coffee table and pulling out its contents; two different kinds of Oreos. “Lucky for you - or the both of you, rather - I was able to get your text in the nick of time. I got Double Stuff and the ones with the red filling since I wasn’t sure if you’d have a preference. I nearly picked up a package of the new flavors they’ve got... How do they keep coming up with new ideas to flavor Oreos with, that’s what I wonder.” Perry quipped before offering: “D’you need a hand with the DVD player, Ames? I have been known to be decently helpful when it comes to technology.”

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He was right. It was annoying, but he was right. Ben continued to pace for a moment, though steadily he lost speed, until finally he stood trying to silently find any reason not to sit down, not to give Tristan’s words and action any credence. The distress he found himself in made him testier than normal, his whole body rejecting the comfort of the other man though he hadn’t technically done anything wrong. Finally, though, Ben gave a nod and a sigh, making his way over to the couch. It was surprisingly nice to sit down, his muscles relaxing faster than he thought they would. “I just…,” he said, shaking his head and closing his eyes, leaning back against the backrest of the couch. Absentmindedly he folded his arms across his chest. “This is my first mission. Ever. And I’ve been here… for years.” The last words escaped him quietly, since they weren’t exactly something he was proud of. “What if everything goes wrong?”

Tristan turned slightly in his spot on the couch toward Ben, showing that he was listening. He was quiet, waiting until Ben spoke first and explained what was so clearly going on in his mind. With a nod, Tristan allowed himself to chime in. “I mean, I’m still not too sure how it works here...” He admitted, hedging a little before he continued: “However, if it’s anything like what I’ve, uh, seen before it’s that there’s so many people involved that it can be, um, harder to get everyone in, you know?” Tristan paused, rubbing his lips together before he said, “When I was with... Magneto and The Brotherhood, it was that certain people were also, like, clearly the favorites. I wasn’t one of them, but this guy I was... Involved with was. His thing was he could make copies of himself, so, you can see why they got him into a lot of the big stuff...” He paused once more, considering before he said, “Sometimes, things do go wrong and there’s nothing you can do about it. But believe me, Ben, worrying about it right now will only choke you up when the time comes. You’ll be okay.” Tristan placed a comforting, but reluctant hand on Ben’s shoulder. “You know what you’re doing. You’ve been training for this for years. You’ll be totally fine... But if not, me or somebody else will cover your ass.” 

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Adrenaline coursed through Hayley’s veins as she watched Wally’s gaze land on her cleavage. Part of her knew it was wrong, that small voice at the back of her mind that kept screaming and screaming and screaming for her to stop – but a bigger part of her, the part that always won, simply could not resist. It was too much of a thrill to have Wally look at her like that, like he wasn’t engaged and their night out had resulted in more than a deep conversation over the phone. She grinned down at her arm as he drew something, wondering silently what the tip of his finger would feel around the curve of her breast. For a split second she flinched as he leaned in close, though she realized that he was simply doing so to tell her something – nonetheless, her head swam with the intoxication of their proximity, and suddenly she had to fight hard not to inch slightly to the side and put them skin-to-skin. The waft of his cologne made it even more impossible, her chest welling up with desire, her fingers twitching with a want she’d had ever since they first met. The morning after that night flashed before her eyes, and she wondered if she would have climaxed harder had she had his scent to masturbate to, rather than just the memory of his face and voice. Shaking off the thought, Hayley inched back and grinned up at Wally, loosely gripping his wrist and pulling him with her as she moved toward the dance floor. “It’s even cooler over here!” she shouted back at him, her voice subdued by the heavy thud of bass that dominated the vicinity. She came to a stop by the edge of the dance floor, pulling Wally close – but not so close that it became intimate – so that they could speak without having to shout. “Dance with me?”

Wally couldn’t help but automatically grin back when she grinned at him. Hayley was... Electric. There was a charge that bounced back and forth between them that he couldn’t deny. Chemistry, like his mom would say. She always had something to say about when she had first met Wally’s dad - the ever stoic, present force that was Mr. Paul Baxter - was how it felt like they were “the only two people in the world from the moment their eyes met.” There had never been a time in his life when Wally felt that way about someone, not even in his early days with Glory, but looking at Hayley, even among this crowd of people, with the thumping of the music, the darkness and the flashing lights... Somehow, he was beginning to understand. Because when he looked at her, nothing else mattered.

When her hand closed around his wrist, he chuckled a little, letting her pull him toward the dance floor. “Lucky for you, I’m an excellent dancer.” He responded when she moved in a little closer, his fingers briefly rubbing the skin of her wrist without a second thought before he let go. “I bet you’ve got some great moves. Show me what you’ve got.”

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A shiver ran through Lucas’s entire body when he felt Danny’s fingers slip down between his cheeks, his mouth falling open as he spread his legs involuntarily. Again his mind swam with thoughts and emotions, and somewhere in all that mess was a tiny voice that reminded him what they were doing was crazy – but again Lucas suppressed it, his subconscious working hard to rationalize itself out of any potential guilt. Danny was just stressed about the wedding, and Lucas was helping him, nothing else mattered and that made total, complete sense. Why shouldn’t it? A gasp escaped Lucas when Danny’s finger entered him, a sensation that made his knees weak; though it was nothing compared to the moan that sailed out of his mouth when Danny’s hand put pressure on his cock. “Oh, God…,” Lucas moaned, not entirely oblivious to the irony of those words being spoken where they were. 

“Mmm,” Danny groaned, from low in his throat, when he truly felt how tight Lucas was. “So nice and tight.” He chuckled, low in his throat at Lucas’ words before he slipped his finger carefully into and out of Lucas, testing the waters before he gently brought in another finger, hoping to warm him up ahead of the inevitable sex that was about to occur. “Can’t wait to be inside of you, to finally fuck you...” He admitted, his hand that was around Lucas’ cock beginning to stroke harder, in tandem with his fingers, stimulating Lucas. 

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Heart beating out of his chest, Lucas could barely concentrate. He couldn’t believe what he was doing. He couldn’t believe how readily his body obeyed, how quickly he’d accepted what was about to happen. How quickly he’d convinced himself not to worry about it, not to think about it. Part of the reason he couldn’t concentrate was Danny, sure – hearing the man talk about how he wanted to fuck him, how he wanted him to suck his cock was definitely disorienting enough, but the biggest reason Lucas couldn’t concentrate was because… he didn’t want to. And some other day, some other time in the future when he was sure he and Danny were no longer even on speaking terms, Lucas would have to live with what he was about to do. But in the moment, he just wanted to do it. Breathing heavily, Lucas moved over to the table, its cool surface offering relief for his sweaty palms. He did as he was told and pulled down his pants, though the excitement in his limbs kept him still as Danny touched his back, his body pliant under the other man’s guidance. The imagery of his lips around Danny’s cock made the knot in Lucas’s midriff grow tighter, and he could feel himself harden in his underwear. This was really happening. “Maybe,” he said, hesitating for just a second as nervousness tickled his stomach before he went on, “Maybe one day you’ll find out.” 

Danny didn’t let himself think too hard here. He let his impulses take control, the animal side of him that just needed to f u c k and give Lucas a memorable encounter. Perhaps that was because somewhere in his subconscious he knew that this wasn’t what a good man did. Danny tried his best to create a life he knew his poor teenage birth mother would have wanted for him. The life she wanted him to have when she crossed an ocean while heavily pregnant. And yet... 

He warmed some lubricant between his fingers, leaning over Lucas - his soon to be brother-in-law - and slipped his hand between Lucas’ cheeks, circling his hole. “I hope I can.” He admitted, responding to Lucas’ tepid maybes. “But for now, I suppose we’ll just savor this.” And with his words, he slipped a slick digit into Lucas, bringing a free hand around to begin to rub Lucas’ hardening cock underneath his underwear. 

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“We like a lot of the same stuff so I don’t really have to try,” Drue grinned shyly, eyes still glued to the video game in front of him. It was true in a sense, though Drue did try a lot of the time. He did what anyone would do for their best friend, and he knew Seb did so in return. It just happened that they shared similar interests, and thus didn’t exactly have to go out of their way for one another. The times they did that were reserved for… other things. The game continued to progress, cutscenes strewn in here and there to advance the story, Drue clearing each area with ease. During a particularly longer cutscene, he turned his gaze to Seb, smiling. “You wanna smoke now?”

“You know me too well,” Seb demurred in return, fingers idly tracing the inseam of Drue’s soft sweatpants intimately. Seb followed Drue’s actions within the game, playing as the handsome - and betrayed - Nick Drake. When Drue asked about smoking, Seb perked up a little, a smirk forming on his lips when he reached for the neatly rolled joint. He put it between his lips, taking up the orange lighter he kept on his person, lighting it and inhaling before he passed it to Drue. “It’s like you read my mind, D. You should pause that, wouldn’t want the weed to take away from the experience, right?” 

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“And for a good reason,” Drue chimed in when Seb laughed at having been called a romantic, underlining the harmless sarcasm in his words. Throughout all the years they’d now known each other, Drue couldn’t really picture a time where Seb had been overtly romantic – there may have been moments here and there, but as best friends who enjoyed some additional benefits, the two weren’t exactly set to be romantic with each other. Sure, Drue might have fantasized about it from time to time, and especially so lately, but… he wasn’t holding his breath for it. Even now, he couldn’t help but think of it as Seb called him cute – he could feel his heart skip a beat, though he only gave the other an amused smile. “Alright,” Drue nodded, once more looking excited. He moved to start the Playstation, Uncharted 2 already inside, and then take a seat on the bed, opting to sit next to Seb. He pulled his legs up on the bed and crossed them, making sure he was comfortable as the game rolled into a start. The familiar quote, the cut scene of the main character waking up on a train dangling off a snowy cliff… In no time the game had Drue immersed, his eyes never leaving the screen even when he made comments and gave explanations. It took a good forty minutes for the action of the game to really pick up, but to Drue, it might as well just have been fifteen minutes. 

Seb rolled his eyes a little at Drue’s joke, but he knew they were in agreement. They had a good arrangement. Being friends was wonderful, and they had a bond, but when they had started hooking up, it was like a bonus. Granted, Seb had never been intimate with anyone the way he was intimate with Drue, so there was an intangible sense of something more to it. And there had been many a moment where Seb’s heart skipped a beat when Drue touched him or looked at him. Seb mirrored Drue’s smile, settling into a seat next to him on the bed, keeping his hand on Drue’s sweatpants-covered thighs. But his eyes were drawn to the action on the screen, intrigued by the way one was drawn into gameplay, with the hero bleeding on an empty train. “Holy shit.” Seb murmured as Drue navigated through the game. “You know, I’m proud that you pay attention to what I like enough to know that I’d get so wrapped up in this game.” He finally commented as the game picked up speed.

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I want to fuck you. Suddenly, the outside world didn’t exist. Lucas’s ears were ringing, his vision blurring around the edges as all he could see was Danny’s face, still so close to his, still talking about things he definitely shouldn’t be talking about. At the back of his mind, Lucas felt a twinge of fear. What if this was just a test? What if Danny didn’t mean what he said, what if he was waiting for Lucas to admit his attraction only to react with violence? What if it was a trap? Although, if it was… why had he kissed him back? Why had he pulled him closer? Why was he rubbing him like that, speaking the way he did? Lucas’s breaths left him heavily, the tension in his groin growing rapidly. Before he knew it, he was nodding, a breathless “Okay,” escaping him. He feared that if he said anything else, he’d chicken out, he’d protest, he’d remember all the reasons they couldn’t do this, all the reasons that lay at the back of his mind and which he chose adamantly to ignore. 

When Lucas gave his consent, Danny nodded. “Good. Turn over, rest your arms on that table over there and pull down your trousers.” He pressed another heated kiss onto Lucas’ kiss-red lips before pulling away to rummage through his backpack. He unzipped the front compartment, opening his dark blue toiletries bag, past his deodorant and a toothbrush, he found what he sought: A bottle of lube. “If we had more time,” Danny said, tenderly touching Lucas’ back and pressing him further forward. “I would have you get on your knees for me. Your lips are so full and beautiful, I can’t help but imagine what they’d be like around my cock.” 

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A small, sad smile played across Isabella’s lips as Delta assured her that not everyone had seen the failings of her relationship all along. It was a comfort, even if but a small one, to know it, though for some reason it didn’t make Isabella feel much better. Which wasn’t strange, really – her fiance of seven years had called off their wedding from what she thought was out of nowhere. What could make you bounce back from that in less than a week? Isabella silently wondered if anything on this trip could really make her feel better. It hadn’t taken much to wrestle the honeymoon out of her ex-fiance’s hands, yet nothing about it felt victorious or exciting. At least not in that moment. She trusted Delta now more than she trusted anyone, and she didn’t doubt her best friend could eventually help distract her – but at that moment, as they both sipped their respective drinks, not even the brunette’s reassuring words did much reassuring. A little, sure, but… not much. Still, Isabella nodded at her friend. “You’re right,” she said, though couldn’t help but wonder if she really was. In either case, wallowing in self-pity wasn’t something she wanted to do. “We’re going to have fun and forget all about this by eating good food, and getting very drunk.” Seized with a sudden desire to speed things up with regards to that, Isabella downed her entire drink in one fell swoop. “And I’m currently leading on that front,” she said, giving Delta’s leg a playful nudge with her foot. 

Delta had had her own experiences with romantic disappointment. She’d had to give up her life when she found out she was pregnant. Being a mother to a wonderful, clever daughter like Olive was difficult, but rewarding, even if it meant she had to give up ballet. It was harder when Olive’s father left them, and she’d had to pack up and move home. It was humbling. Delta could tell that Isabella was still processing the breakup and, as much as she could try to relate, Delta had never been suddenly dumped without warning prior to her own wedding... But then again, Delta had also never been engaged. So, her advice was only from within her own knowledge and previous experiences therein. It was... Insufficient, to say the least. Delta wished there was more she could do. Some way to take away the pain she could see on Isabella’s face and in her beautiful blue eyes. But this vacation, she desperately hoped, would help.  

“After all these years,” Delta said, keeping her tone light and playful. “You should know by now that I am always right.” She watched, eyebrows raised as Isabella suddenly and swiftly downed her drink. “Damn, Bell.” She let out a low whistle, shaking her head a little before she sipped her drink. “Honey, I’m not about to down this. It’d be like asking for brain freeze and I am not about that. You’re cute, though. Do you want another? It’s on me.”

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Lucas’s heart beat so violently in his chest he barely heard the other man’s quiet words. In fact, he could barely hear anything – everything sounded as though it came from another room, as though fifty feet of saran wrap separated Lucas’s ears from the rest of the world. All he could hear was his own labored breathing, his own heart thundering as the distance between him and Danny became nonexistent, their kiss growing agonizingly deeper. And then the words, the words that Lucas can barely hear, the words that, once they do register with him, almost makes him dizzy. Eyes wide, Lucas’s gaze sought Danny’s, though he didn’t know what to respond. His mind fought violently not to think of his sister, of the fact that her and Danny’s wedding was only an hour away – because here Danny was, telling him that he wanted him. “I– I–,” he stammered, though couldn’t find his words, the syllables vanishing into a nervous chuckle. “You– You have me,” he breathed, instantly regretting the way the words had sounded. He’d sounded stupid and silly, hadn’t he? Lucas felt his ears grow hot from embarrassment, but he didn’t move away from Danny, didn’t indicate in any other way that he’d regretted the words. Because no matter how silly he thought he’d sounded, Lucas had meant it. 

Danny gazed back at Lucas, observing how his eyes were so wide. He could almost see the fog in Lucas’ mind through those eyes. He felt it too. He wasn’t thinking about how he was an hour away from marrying Lucas’ beautiful sister, and how he would otherwise never cheat on her. This was different, but if he let himself go there, he knew it still meant he was already breaking his soon to be promised vow to always be faithful. And on the sacred ground of a church, no less... But he knew what he wanted. And he had to have him or he’d fucking combust. “I want to fuck you.” He responded, reaching between them to cup Lucas’ face in his hands. “Do you want me to do that?” He asked, gesturing toward the backpack toward the corner. “I have lube. I can make it good for you.” He then slips a hand between them to rub Lucas through his slacks. “Don’t you want to feel me inside of you? I can tell you’ve wanted me for awhile now...” 

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Balancing a couple of cookie packages and chip bags was an art that Drue had since long perfected. He still remembered that first time, when he’d gone out to fetch snacks already high out of his mind and had taken a solid ten minutes to navigate his parents’ kitchen. He hadn’t been as prepared for the munchies back then, and even less so for the way time seemed to just… tick by a lot slower. Almost three years down the line, however, and Drue had more than gotten used to the routine every time he and Seb wanted to get high, so much so that he could balance all their favorite snacks in one trip. “None,” Drue replied, grinning excitedly. “At this point I could steal a Thanksgiving turkey and they’d probably just chalk it up to boys being vultures, or something.” Which was funny, considering Drue had always been known as a person who ate really tiny meals. For some reason. The joke painted a smile on his lips, and he shook his head in amusement. “Always the romantic.” He dumped the load of snacks on his bed, before settling down comfortably on his computer chair. “I was thinking I’d finally show you Uncharted 2,” Drue said, looking excited at the very thought. “It’s only the best Uncharted game ever made, so… I think it’s time.” He looked the other up and down for a moment. “Do… we wanna smoke before or after?”

Seb admired the collection of snacks that Drue dumps onto the bed, shifting his body so he could look at the menagerie. He danced his fingertips across the assortment of cookie packages and chip bags, tapping a finger on an already opened bag of barbecue flavored potato chips: “These bad boys have my name on them.” He stated, knowing that he preferred that type of chip when he was good and high. He cast his gaze back up at his best friend, grinning as he joked, “That’s my man. Could steal a whole Thanksgiving turkey.” My man. It had a nicer ring to it than Seb could ever admit. He lets out a laugh when Drue calls him romantic, giving a shake of his head before he admitted, “That’s a new one. Never been called a romantic.” He watched Drue settle into the computer chair and take up the controller, admiring quietly how excited Drue was about the game. “You’re so cute when you’re excited about things.” He observed, idly tracing the flat of his palm over Drue’s thigh. “I think it’d be best to smoke after, I’d like to see this game. You’ve got me quite interested.”

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All sorts of thoughts raced through Lucas’s mind at that moment; he thought of what the other man might do to him, if by chance he’d grossly misread any signs that had passed between them, and he thought of his family and his sister, what they’d possibly do if they ever found out something like this had transpired between him and Danny. Waves of anxiety washed over him, lapping achingly at his chest as Lucas thought about his sister’s face, what she’d look like if she’d have caught the two of them now, and how she’d likely never speak to him again. All of it rushed through his head, a storm of noise and panic and anxiety, until Danny did the one thing that quieted it all – he kissed Lucas back. Well, back was perhaps a misnomer; it was a new kiss, a different kiss. Rough and hungry, one that stumped Lucas to the point where he couldn’t think. His mind was blank, a whiteness that drowned out every little thought and feeling but one; desire. Once more the world around them disappeared, and a vacuum embraced them. Lucas’s hands hesitantly found Danny’s chest, fingers playing across the smooth fabric of his clothes as they kissed. 

Was this risky? Yes. Danny knew all too well that if anyone walked in right now, the life he had set in motion, the plans he’d made - carefully and tepidly as if setting up a design made of dominoes - would fall. But it was wholly satisfying to kiss Lucas and discovered precisely how soft his plush lips were. He needed more, more, more. Never one to hesitate, Danny brushed his tongue over Lucas’ lower lip, wordlessly asking for consent to deepen the kiss. Once granted, Danny moved a hand to press Lucas closer to him, a hand gripping the fabric of his jacket at the base of his spine. He can’t help but shift so his hips come into contact with Lucas’, so that the younger man can tell that it’s not an illusion, that yes, this is real and Danny is getting hard in his slacks. He pulls back a little to declare in a murmur against Lucas’ already kiss-red lips: “I want you.” 

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“I really thought he was… the one, you know?” Isabella grumbled, her fingers playing around the tall, fruity drink in front of her on the table. It wasn’t often that she had herself a drink before boarding an flight, but this was a bit of a desperate time that required a desperate measure. Any other time and a pre-flight drink with Delta before a vacation would have been a happy occasion – but this was only possible because of reasons that made Isabella want to drink until she forgot her own name. She hadn’t really discussed it at length with Delta yet, but… sitting there, doing nothing but waiting and drinking, it made Isabella restless. “God, was I stupid to think that? Did everyone see that he wasn’t in love with me for so long?” Isabella bit her thumb, looking distraught. After a small pause, she looked at Delta. “Did you see?”

Delta - in a manner very unladylike - slurps whipped cream off the top of her strawberry daiquiri. Generally, before 5 pm, she wouldn’t drink, but this was a special occasion, as she was waiting to go on what was supposed to be a honeymoon intended for Isabella and her now former fiance... Now, it was a girls’ trip. Minus one girl: Delta’s young daughter, Olive. At Isabella’s grumbling, she looked up, wiping what she was sure was whipped cream off the tip of her nose with a cocktail napkin. “Babe.” Delta soothed, reaching over and taking one of Isabella’s fidgeting hands in hers. She was quiet for a long moment, letting her best friend get her thoughts out. She had wondered why the sudden cancellation of the wedding had come about, considering she had already prepared everything necessary for the bachelorette party: including, but not limited to, a stripper that had struck Delta as a dead ringer for Channing Tatum and all things phallic. 

But Delta gives a shake of her head, disagreeing. “Bell, you’re not stupid. Trust me, these kinds of things sometimes just... Sneak up on you...” She rubbed her lips together in thought briefly, before she continued: “Do you remember the Christmas after I had Olive? Not even a week before was when Finn broke up with me and left us. You came over and helped me decorate the tree, we drank too much eggnog and you didn’t get mad when I played that Pogues song over and over again...” Another shake of her head. “I didn’t even know it when it happened to me, so, I’m sorry, but I didn’t see it. But this is your time, we’re going to go on this amazing vacation. Drink a lot. Eat a lot. Maybe swim, I don’t know. But the point is... We’re going to have fun, okay?” 

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Standing so close to Danny was even harder than Lucas had first imagined. The time outside of those bathrooms had only been fleeting, the smallest of moments that hadn’t lasted long enough to do any significant damage – but this was different. Lucas had to concentrate hard on Danny’s tie; not only did the heavenly scent of the other’s cologne fill up his nose to the point where Lucas thought he’d become delirious from it, but it was difficult to not want to steal a glance at the other’s face so up close. Lucas knew those big, brown eyes were only inches away, the immaculate facial structure right there for his admiration. Danny was agonizingly beautiful, and Lucas tried with all his might to ignore the very strong urge he had to simply… gaze at him. It took him longer than it should have to fix the other’s tie, but he kept messing up in his concentration not to avert his gaze – when he finally did avert his gaze, however, a look of surprise overcame Lucas as the tips of their noses brushed past each other, and he noticed just how close Danny was. It wasn’t exactly a conversational distance, it even looked like… Danny was leaning in? Not by much, not significantly, but it was there, and Lucas… noticed it. In fact, he only noticed it; Danny’s lips, his nose, his jawline. Everything else around them melted away, and Lucas for the life of him couldn’t seem to remember where he was. All he could focus on in that moment was the beautiful man whose nose he’d just grazed. Like out of a romantic comedy. Lucas didn’t know why he did what he did then, but he couldn’t help himself – he leaned forward the rest of the way, and placed a soft kiss on Danny’s lips. The illusion broke instantly, and a look of panic struck Lucas. “Oh, fuck, I’m– I’m sorry, shit, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to– fuck, just, just pretend I never did that, okay?” 

When their noses brushed, Danny felt that same curiosity that had been haunting him for so long now overwhelm his senses. What would it be like to kiss those perfect lips? What would he taste like? His head tilted a little to the side, admiring how Lucas’ hands didn’t falter as they adjusted his tie so it was straight. He chuckled, softly, when their eyes met and Lucas looked surprised how close they were. Danny didn’t have to wonder for much longer what Lucas’ lips were like because before he knew it, Lucas had pressed the most tender kiss to his lips. He’d never been kissed by a man like that before. Any prior experiences with those of his same sex were rough and something akin to brief preludes to what was to come - sex. Lucas pulled away all too quickly before Danny could possibly reciprocate, a stream of apologies and swears coming from that pretty mouth. Danny had half a mind to just shut him up by shoving his cock into Lucas’ mouth, but it was too soon for that. So, instead, Danny pulled Lucas in by the shoulder for another kiss, this one a bit more rough than the sweetness Lucas offered. 

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Laying on his back with his legs propped up against the end of Drue’s bed, Sebastian Nikonov was busying himself by ensuring that the joint he had just rolled was perfectly tight. Shifting and turning so that he was laying on his stomach, he idly packed back up his rolling kit - an old, re-purposed, dark-colored Tupperware container from home - and waited for his best friend to return from an errand of getting snacks from the kitchen. He glanced over when the door opened, grinning up at Drue. “I take it the mission was a success? No parental intervention?” Once he was sure that the door was closed, he then held up the joint almost teasingly. “I may have to take you for a ride later... In more ways than one.” He jokes, snickering. For almost three years, they’d been hooking up on a fairly consistent basis, so there was a quiet sense of openness between them that Seb appreciated more than he could ever put into words. “So, pray tell, what video game is that you’re so excited to show me this time?” Seb asked as he pulled himself into a position where he was sitting on his haunches, still looking up at Drue. 

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The other’s words made Lucas nod slowly, a small smile painting his lips. It made sense, after all – what groom wasn’t a little bit nervous on their wedding day? At least that’s what the pacing had made it look like. Granted, it did feel just a little bit weird to be walking in on Danny like this. Call Lucas judgmental, but from what he’d seen of the man so far, he definitely hadn’t pegged him for the nervous type. Then again, it wasn’t like people got married a whole lot in their lives – even someone Lucas never thought of as nervous was allowed to be as much on his own wedding day. “You’re gonna be fine, you know,” Lucas said as reassuringly as he could, trying not to sound too awkward. He’d never gotten married so he couldn’t technically say, and the last time he and Danny had been in such close quarters he could have sworn the other leaned in to kiss him, but… how much could go wrong at a wedding, really? His gaze shifted to Danny’s tie, noticing it slightly crooked. “Your tie–,” he said, though let the last of his sentence translate into the way he gestured at it. He stepped forward, hand outstretched. “Do you want me to…?” The sacristy lacked a mirror, although Lucas couldn’t lie – standing closer to Danny was an extremely nice bonus to straightening out his tie. The man was… definitely something else, looks-wise. In all honesty, Lucas had been a little jealous of his sister when he’d first met the man, but now… well, he wasn’t as much jealous as he was confused. Confused and a little afraid. He knew it wasn’t good to have the hots for his sister’s fiance, but… he couldn’t help it. Stepping up closer to Danny only strengthened this sentiment. The man was absolutely, out of this world, beautiful. 

If asked, Danny would not admit to having nerves. He was, though. Monogamy didn’t come naturally to him by any stretch of the means: he was the product of an extramarital affair, as it were. He hadn’t stepped out on Maria in the year and a half they had been officially together, though. It was something he quietly prided himself on. But there what was tripping him up so to speak was all of the lies he’d told her. From about his parents’ death when he was young and being raised by an aunt and uncle in Queens until they too died tragically to the more minor, insignificant things about how he thought her younger brother was a nice kid. God, if Maria knew what Danny explicitly thought about lovely little Lucas, it would end his marriage before it could even begin. 

At Lucas’ attempt to reassure him, the ghost of a smirk upturned Danny’s lips before he instead offered a tight-lipped smile to appear fine and completely placid about this whole thing. “Oh, yes, of course. I’m sure. I can’t wait to see your sister.” He said, although he did mean it. Maria Dyer was a beautiful woman and he was lucky to have her, no matter how many lies he told her. 

When Lucas pointed out his tie was askew, he nodded, permitting Lucas to adjust it. The tie was his own fault, he’d done it up in the back of the cab on his ride over to the church and had done it merely from sense memory. Danny took the moment to study Lucas up close and personal in the cold mid-morning light from the high sacristy windows, how his eyelashes were perfectly golden and contrasted his darker eyebrows, and how the bow of his lip was such a perfect proportion to his equally full bottom lip. He hadn’t even noticed that he had minutely drawn even closer to Lucas until Lucas looked up and the tips of their noses brushed.