Carter Hall

Failure is just another step towards perfection. Cis Male He/Him. Homosexual. 30. Former Marine. Disabled. Companion and Part-Time Bartender at the Riviera Estates. Closed RP for Riviera Estates RP Group.

[wyattmckenzie]

Definitely A Date | Closed

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wyattmckenzie‌:

Wyatt held out a little longer as he enjoyed looking at Carter. Hearing him. This man was all worked up and at his mercy. It was beautiful. This level of trust. The passion. And yes, this did feel right. Perfect.

“Alright, baby,” he said as he eased his fingers from Carter’s body. He gave that ass one last smack. He then shifted and moved forward so he could reach the rope where it was secured to the back of the headboard. Releasing it, he kept the lead portion in hand. 

“Get on your back.” And once Carter was, Wyatt made him bend his arms and rest his bound hands against his chest. “Stay like that as I get ready for you.” He smirked as he looked into those lust blown eyes and reached for a condom and the lube. Under Carter’s gaze, Wyatt put the condom on and slicked it up.

With his hands freed but still bound, Carter felt his movement still under Wyatt’s control. The way he yanked up on the rope, keeping the lead of it gripped in his fingers, Carter felt secure and under Wyatt’s control. He rolled himself on his back, pushing back against the mattress as he rolled over and scooted up some to let the other look at him. Laying back, he let Wyatt place his hands against his chest still bound. He nodded, “Yes, Sir.” 

He waited, watching, sucking in a sharp breath, his heart beating hard in his chest as he watched Wyatt adjust himself, the way he wrapped his condom over his shaft, the way he looked at Carter. Carter wanted it, he wanted this badly, he spread his legs, pushing his hips back and up, making sure that he presented himself to Wyatt. He wanted the other to hold his legs. He wanted his hands bound and wrapped around Wyatt’s neck. Keeping him close to him, not letting the other move away from him. All of it spurned his desire.

Looking up at Wyatt with lust filled eyes, he knew he wanted Wyatt inside him, he wanted Wyatt with him. He wanted to be with Wyatt and he hadn’t wanted that with anyone for a long time, maybe he’d actually heal now. He needed this on a lot of levels. 

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Wyatt|Carter

Wyatt: I'm telling him you said that.

Wyatt: https://i.imgur.com/xWtLA0v.jpg

Wyatt: That is Scamp. You should remember him.

Wyatt: Do you want to come talk about that? Two heads can be better than one sometimes.

Carter: You'll do no such thing.

Carter: I barely remember breakfast.

Carter: Sure. We can talk.

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Wyatt|Carter

Wyatt: Yadriel's a good man. He cares about you all.

Wyatt: You don't have to ask to come over. Other than Scamp, you are the only other living thing that can come and go here as you please.

Wyatt: How else can you still your mind and ease panic? Is there anything I can do to help you? [Deleted: I hate seeing you like this and not being able to do anything.]

Carter: Eh, he's alright. lol

Carter: Good to know. Also who or what is a Scamp?

Carter: I mean I am sure there is, but I obviously am not using healthy coping mechanisms.

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Wyatt|Carter

Wyatt: You missed work? That's not like you.

Wyatt: Everything alright?

Carter: I mean yeah, it's my first missed shift ever. My boss showed up in my bedroom. So that's a thing.

Carter: Yeah, I mean, I guess?

Carter: I am working through it. Can I come over tonight? I just want to relax. I can't explain why I am drinking harder, I just know I don't think and I don't panic as much drinking. It's not great, but I am tired.

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Wyatt|Carter

Wyatt: Seems you've been having yourself some fun lately.

Wyatt: It's been a little lonely.

Carter: Hey.

Carter: Yeah, I have, drank a bit too much last night. Missed work. Yadriel was all...concerned Dad about it.

Carter: He has some good points, I don't know.

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yadriel-garcia‌:

Yadriel opened the shutters to let fresh air in, then pulled the curtains down to block out some of the sun. He wasn’t a completely cruel man, after all. Carter was finally stirring, offering up lame excuses about getting crazy and fucking up. This wasn’t like Carter at all. “Since when do you fuck around getting drunk like this?” he asked. “Hold that thought.” Yadriel walked out of the bedroom, going to the kitchen and fetching a bottle of water before walking back in and setting it on the night stand next to Carter. He then found a chair in the corner of the room and sat down on it, resting a shin over his knee and folding his hands a little.

“I came here to check up on you because you missed work, and that worried me. That’s not like you. I know you don’t normally drink like this, but I’ve been seeing a change in you, and now all of this just kind of confirms it. Something’s going on, and I wanna know what it is. This is affecting you, and I’m invested in you, Carter. Yes, I care about the Pearl, but my priority is you guys. It’s not like this place ain’t rich enough already. So tell me what’s going on and please do us both a favor and spare me bullshit. You and I both know I can smell it a mile away.”

Carter listened. He hated it and his hangover made his anger more than it probably would have normally been, but he checked himself. He wasn’t going to snap at his damn boss, he wasn’t a child. He pulled on his Marine training, shutting his emotions down. He heard the other disappear but didn’t come out of his sheets, his head wrapped in the sheet now as it throbbed. He heard the glass set on the nightstand and finally emerged from the covers. Sighing he took the glass and took a sip, immediately realizing how much dry mouth he had right now. He glanced through his squint over at Yadriel. 

“I don’t know.” He said with a small shrug, “Started as just partying...ptsd shit got worse...insecurities about shit...I don’t know. I just, feel like if I’m drunk then I don’t got to think about shit, it’s still fun. I know it can get...not fun. I’ve had it get not fun before and I’m not there yet, but I don’t know...I fucked up.” He said, he was being honest but he wasn’t putting his words together well, he didn’t know what to say, he didn’t exactly self reflect often. He just wanted to not think and drinking helped. 

[michie8]

[x-tower]

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Texting Your Man. 

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jcnfckinkncx‌:

Jon had decided that he was going out tonight - he was going to go to the club, get shit faced and he was going to find some toy to take home for the evening. His hair was still as shit as ever, that raven look he had was gone and left with brown and blond highlights, so he certainly didn’t look like Jon. But, he was going to try to make the most of this until he could safely dye his hair again. He’d been in the club for an hour or two now, a few drinks in his system to loosen him up as he made his way out to the dance floor. Jon however, kept his clothes on. He liked giving people a little mystery about him, and at least liked to leave what he looked like to their imagination. 

He was ordering himself another drink when he had clocked a familiar figure… in his underwear dancing and having the time of his life it seemed. Jon was trying to keep the smile on his face to a minimum when he clocked it was Carter, but when the other man walked up to him and asked his question, Jon shrugged his shoulders and said nonchalantly, “I think I like watchin’ you, more.” and offered the other a little grin on his face. 

Carter raised a brow at Jon, shaking his head, “Nope.” He said with a smirk as he moved in closer now. Sliding up in front of Jon, he wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him in against his body. Pressing his form up against Jon as he looked into his eyes, “You got plenty of eye candy around here, have to say I’m a bit disappointed...” He trailed off, seemingly forgetting his thought in his crossfaded state. He was pressed against Jon on the dance floor now, moving slowly against him in time with the music. 

“You joined me on the dance floor, you have to dance with me, those are the rules I just made up.” He smirked, moving the hand not around Jon’s waist up to tug on his shirt. Wrapping fingers in the front of it, “Come on. You owe me cause I haven’t been rented and I want a dance. Plus you’re not in your underwear which is frankly, fucking rude.” Carter said making a face of fake disgust. 

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Dexter couldn’t believe that he really managed to get this man in bed - well, the money probably helped, but, the fact he stayed and even was giving Dexter a chance to remember the night they had was just unbelievable. Dexter couldn’t say he’d the same if he were in Carter’s shoes, but, that probably made him a better person than him too. Dexter let out a soft breath of air as he felt the man’s cock rubbing against him, and Dexter certainly couldn’t wait to feel more of it. As the man’s thumb rubbed over the tip of his tip, Dexter let out a shaky little breath of air and soft moan followed soon after. 

Dexter let out a soft sigh through his nostrils as their lips met again, he could definitely get lost in Carter’s mouth, the man was so soft but so firm about the way he did it and it was driving Dex absolutely insane. Dexter was a sucker for having a pretty man’s hands all over him, his skin felt electrified, and he felt alive, really. It was amazing to him that for the first time, in ever, he was able to enjoy a morning in with a man. He’d been deprived of that, and told himself it wasn’t worth it for so long that he didn’t even give it a chance. And now? Dexter couldn’t see himself not having this again. If not with Carter, with someone else. Pale hands traveled along the man’s chest and torso, mapping the man out as their tongues collided and Dexter just seemed to be absolutely lost in the moment with him, gaining a whine when the man pulled back just a bit and whispered what he did. Dexter smiled sweetly and then pointed his long index finger towards the side table. “There’s lube and condoms in there.” he whispered just as soft.

Carter just let Dexter explore, he wasn’t going to stop any time soon. He brushed fingers over his sides, gripping Dexter by the hips. He yanked the tall man in closer, turning his head to kiss him once more. The feeling of the clash of lips and feeling of hands spurning Carter on, his cock hard as a rock as he pushed against the feeling of Dexter’s ass against it. He smiled when the other advised him where condoms and lube were, he half crawled over him. Grabbing the drawer and tossing it open. 

Grabbing the lube and a condom, he tossed them onto the mattress. He wanted to eat Dexter out, but with not knowing what they did last night, he didn’t think that was the best plan. He had no idea how clean either of them were at this point. He grabbed the lube, popping the top and drizzling it into his hand, wrapping that hand around Dexter’s shaft, stroking him once more, jerking him slowly as he smirked at him, “God, really glad I stayed.” His lips pursed as he rubbed the thumb along the tip of Dexter’s cock, massaging under the mushroom head, moving fingers in a slow-motion to pump Dexter, nodding, “You got a preferred position beautiful or do I just get to take you how I want?” 

[wyattmckenzie]

Definitely A Date | Closed

[yourpersonalbattlefield]

wyattmckenzie‌:

There were no words to describe how that simple ‘thank you, sir’ made Wyatt feel. It spoke of so much, the words and the tone. Honestly, only another Dom could likely understand the depth and complexity of his emotions right then.

“Mmmm,” Wyatt bit Carter’s ass as he fingered the other man and then place a kiss to the spot. “You will, Carter. I’m going to look into your eyes as I fuck you.” Wyatt had to grit his teeth a bit then to restrain himself at the mere thought. Yeah, this was different from all other times together.

Then, with the fingers of one hand working his lover’s ass, Wyatt raised his hand and gave a sharp slap to one cheek. “Like this?” He ended the question with another sharp slap to the other ass cheek.

When Wyatt said he was going to look at him as they fucked, it sent shivers across Carter’s body. He rolled back into the bite, his ass opening up as he felt the fingers spreading him apart. He moaned, eyes rolling back in his head some as he pushed back on the fingers. The sharp slaps to his ass made him bite his lip, “Yes, Sir. Green. Very green.” He said breathing hard as he let himself adjust to the two fingers inside of him. He wanted Wyatt, he needed Wyatt. 

“Please Sir...” He said as he took deep hard breaths. He was gripping the ropes his hand were tied up with, he wanted to touch Wyatt so badly, he wanted to hold onto him as they fucked, but he didn’t ask, that was kind of the point of the ropes in the first place. 

He turned his head to look at Wyatt directly, “Please, I don’t want to wait anymore, I want you...” He said his voice almost a whimper, he needed to cum, he needed to be filled by Wyatt. He was needing this badly. This felt different than a normal hookup, this felt right. 

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Dexter laid naked beneath the duvet, his cock hardening as the two of them pressed close together; a soft moan passed his lips and against Carter’s mouth as the man’s hands moved along his back and down to his ass. This was certainly one of the best wake up calls he’d had in a long time. Unable to keep his hands to himself, Dexter’s own hands roamed along the man’s back, down his sides and to his backside where he gave the man’s ass a firm and quick squeeze. Those lips were intoxicating, and they were certainly taking Dexter under and making him weak for this guy that was over him. Hooking his leg over the man’s hip, Dexter sighed contently as he felt the man’s fingers slipping between his cheeks and teasing him. “To be fair, I’m either or.” Dexter whispered back before moaning softly as the man sucked on his neck. “But for you? I’d much rather bottom.” Dexter said as he rolled his hips up against Carter’s.

The hips rolling up against him, the feel of Dexter underneath him, Carter let out a soft moan against his neck. Lips finding purchase, he sucked lightly on the skin, nipping at it as his fingers wrapped tightly around Dexter’s cock. He began to stroke it, his half leg pushed up by the knee, he ground his crotch down into Dexter’s body, the way his leg was hooked Carter’s cock rubbed against the outside of his ass as he rubbed his thumb over the tip. 

Turning his head back, he caught Dexter’s lips once more, a forceful passionate kiss, his mind taking in every sensation. His breath, his scent, the way his lips tasted, the way his skin felt beneath Carter’s hands. The free hand not stroking him, moving across Dexter’s lengthy side as they kissed, Carter’s tongue pushing into his mouth in a soft moan, when he pulled back just slightly he whispered softly, “If you want to bottom, then let’s get you ready.” 

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The world around him was swimming. He was high, he had smoked a little more than planned, but he was in a damn good mood. Smiling like an idiot, he made his way across the dance floor. He was loving everything about tonight, he was going to have to stop eventually, but he didn’t really care right now. He moved his body in a sway, moving up along the dance floor. Eyes bright, flashing a grin, he was sweating. The hot night, mixed with the full dance club, well let’s just say it was a good thing that it was underwear night. Carter was stripped down to just his black and red briefs. Fake leg secured in place, he was holding his free drink. He had forgotten the club did this, but the two free drinks, if you were just in your undies, was worth it to the Companion. 

Carter had already gone through his two free ones so he needed to land some more, he’d get there eventually, he was fairly good at getting men to buy him drinks. Right now though, out on the dance floor, he had caught someone’s eye and while he didn’t recognize them, at least out the gate in his faded brain, he moved up next to them and smirked, “You want to dance cutie? Or you just enjoy the view?” He asked with a flash of his bright grin.

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yadriel-garcia‌:

Yadriel thanked Gray for letting him into the bungalow. He was lucky enough to have caught him before he scampered off to wherever he was going. He could certainly see Cade having fun with a guy that was as laid back as that, but he didn’t let his thoughts linger there for long. He was at the Hall residence on a mission.

He gave two knocks on Carter’s door before pushing it open and frowning at the sight of the man still in bed and the stench of alcohol strong in the air. “Oh that hangover is NOT gonna be nice for you,” he muttered. “And for the first time in… ever, you missed work, so I wanna know what the hell’s going on,” he said, walking over to the window, opening the blinds, and opening it to let some fresh ocean breeze in.

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When the blinds opened, Carter’s eyes finally popped open, shielding himself with his hand as he squinted. He recognized the voice, it wasn’t Gray. Gray would have been a lot less gentle getting him up, hangover was an understatement. His mind was still swimming, headache in full force, the light immediately hurt his eyes as the window opened. What time was it? He had no idea where his phone was, he had gone out last night. He knew that much, gotten pretty fucked up too. He had been a lot lately, his attempt to drink less for Gray had gone, well okay at first, but struggling with the idea of a budding relationship and his own personal demons, well it ended with him drinking fairly heavily. Crossfaded last night and a few nights this week. 

He heard the comments from Yadriel, but with the pain in his forehead it took him a bit to comprehend what his boss was actually saying to him, “Fuck. Did I? Sorry man. I just...got a little crazy last night. Sorry for fucking up.” He said as he turned away from the window, not looking at Yadriel or the window now. His nude form wrapped up in blankets that he tried to pull over his head to shut out the light some as his head throbbed, “Just a fuck up. Won’t happen again, Sir.” He said with a suck in of his breath, that wasn’t entirely true but Carter was doing his best to not think too hard right now. 

[irerisitahiri]

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Wyatt|Carter

Wyatt: Not being dramatic, this is just a conversation for in-person not in text. And I'm not giving you any room to start living in your head with worst-case scenarios because I chose not to say anything and to just come home.

Wyatt: Now hush and get in the tub and stop it. I'm allowed to do things that put your mind to rest instead of causing you undue stress.

Carter: D-R-A-M-A QUEEN

Carter: You being all, this needs to be in person, that is causing more stress then just waiting, nerd.

Carter: You're allowed to put me at ease when I'm actually stressed out, this is me, filling a hot bath and being relaxed in some dude's house, this is the opposite of stress.