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Apr. 18th, 2016
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whatabuzzSometimes, the best thing you can do is be a friend and not want to try to stop someone's pain they need to feel. It's just never easy seeing a friend hurting.
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Apr. 18th, 2016 02:12 amhigherloveWhy does every hospital or doctors waiting room always seem to have a poster of the the female internal anatomy on the wall? Does is somehow make the beige less beige?
"Nothing but passion."
Apr. 18th, 2016 02:13 pmkeytomylifeWho: Miles Morrison with Tristan Hewitt
What: Rebound
Where: Tristan's apartment, Upper East Side
When: Sunday night
Miles had never been the casual sex sort, though apparently he had changed. Rebound sex was apparently an easy thing to relinquish too, and so was using sex as a form of stress relief. He could analyse it from any angle he tried, but at the end of the day, he was now here in a king-sized bed in a luxury Upper East Side apartment having hot, sweaty, passionate sex with Adrian's fashionista brother.
Said brother knew his way around a man's body. To Miles, it felt like Tristan was a connoisseur in sex. He was inviting Miles into things he had never done in bed with everyone, and as far as Miles was concerned, there was nothing existing outside the walls of Tristan's bedroom in those passionate minutes that left Miles begging for more. Feeling Tristan inside him with everyone expert thrust, Miles was remembering what it was like to feel wanted and worshipped again. Had he ever felt that? It was hard to say.
And he didn't care to know the answer right now. He was too wrapped up in coming hard and fast with Tristan buried balls deep inside him with a protective hold around Miles' waist. "Fuck," he said huskily, dropping onto his back once Tristan pulled out of him. "That was... fuck." Maybe he should be having regrets and or second thoughts on a rebound fling right now, but he was just feeling too fucking amazing to think about anything beyond that post-coital, heady haze of pleasure. He also hadn't realised he was that loud with sex, but there you go.
Miles watched as Tristan pulled the sheets up over them, and then laid down flush against Miles' side, nuzzling in against his neck. Miles' eyes slipped close and he let himself be embraced. No, it wasn't Liam, but he had been feeling now like Liam had never been the one for him. Liam maybe never even loved him, and that hurt terribly. A rebound fuck wouldn't abate that hurt, but it certainly was something that made Miles feel desired. Tristan was here snuggling him, kissing his throat and tenderly letting his fingertips brush up and down Miles' chest and stomach.
His eyes still closed, Miles sought out Tristan's lips for a heated kiss. Emotions all aside, he needed this. He needed to feel wanted, and even if it was just sex, that was exactly how Tristan made him feel that night.
NARRATIVE, COMPLETE
What: Rebound
Where: Tristan's apartment, Upper East Side
When: Sunday night
Miles had never been the casual sex sort, though apparently he had changed. Rebound sex was apparently an easy thing to relinquish too, and so was using sex as a form of stress relief. He could analyse it from any angle he tried, but at the end of the day, he was now here in a king-sized bed in a luxury Upper East Side apartment having hot, sweaty, passionate sex with Adrian's fashionista brother.
Said brother knew his way around a man's body. To Miles, it felt like Tristan was a connoisseur in sex. He was inviting Miles into things he had never done in bed with everyone, and as far as Miles was concerned, there was nothing existing outside the walls of Tristan's bedroom in those passionate minutes that left Miles begging for more. Feeling Tristan inside him with everyone expert thrust, Miles was remembering what it was like to feel wanted and worshipped again. Had he ever felt that? It was hard to say.
And he didn't care to know the answer right now. He was too wrapped up in coming hard and fast with Tristan buried balls deep inside him with a protective hold around Miles' waist. "Fuck," he said huskily, dropping onto his back once Tristan pulled out of him. "That was... fuck." Maybe he should be having regrets and or second thoughts on a rebound fling right now, but he was just feeling too fucking amazing to think about anything beyond that post-coital, heady haze of pleasure. He also hadn't realised he was that loud with sex, but there you go.
Miles watched as Tristan pulled the sheets up over them, and then laid down flush against Miles' side, nuzzling in against his neck. Miles' eyes slipped close and he let himself be embraced. No, it wasn't Liam, but he had been feeling now like Liam had never been the one for him. Liam maybe never even loved him, and that hurt terribly. A rebound fuck wouldn't abate that hurt, but it certainly was something that made Miles feel desired. Tristan was here snuggling him, kissing his throat and tenderly letting his fingertips brush up and down Miles' chest and stomach.
His eyes still closed, Miles sought out Tristan's lips for a heated kiss. Emotions all aside, he needed this. He needed to feel wanted, and even if it was just sex, that was exactly how Tristan made him feel that night.
NARRATIVE, COMPLETE
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Apr. 18th, 2016 03:36 pmindependencedayWhen your little brother's going into the City today, and your kiddos are bummed out because they wanted to go see Uncle Shan today. Uncle Shan better be prepared for a kiddo invasion tomorrow.
[Delivery to Richie @ Mt. Sinai]
Apr. 18th, 2016 08:28 pmlastfirstkiss
with a note
Richie,
I know that you said to go away and not talk to you until you were ready to talk to me. I get it, dude. I hurt you more than anyone should ever be hurt by their best friend. But I'm scared for you... I have been for a while now, actually, and I want you to know that, no matter what happened between us, or what happens in the future, you're still my best friend, and I still love you like a brother, and I am so fucking sorry that I hurt you. If you're okay with me coming to see you, please let me know. I miss you and I want to see you and know that you're going to be okay.
Love,
Jeff
lastfirstkissWho? Jeff Hinton and Richie Jameson
What? Making it right
When? After Jeff's delivery
Where? Mt. Sinai
Jeff had headed over as quickly as he could after Richie texted him, intent on seeing his best friend and making it 100% clear that he wasn't done with their friendship. He wasn't giving up on all the years they'd spent together, and he wasn't walking away. He showed up at the hospital in less than the promised hour, and made his way to the room number that he'd gotten off Karla. She was like a mom to him, too, and at the end of the day, if not for the fact that Richie was concussed, and would probably bleed again, she probably would've knocked their heads together for how things had been between them lately.
He knocked gently on the open door before walking in quietly. Richie looked like hell... absolute hell, and Jeff's breath caught in his throat as he saw him. "Hey," he said softly, walking over to the hospital bed. "You... I'd ask if you were okay, but I'm pretty sure that's a stupid fucking question."
What? Making it right
When? After Jeff's delivery
Where? Mt. Sinai
Jeff had headed over as quickly as he could after Richie texted him, intent on seeing his best friend and making it 100% clear that he wasn't done with their friendship. He wasn't giving up on all the years they'd spent together, and he wasn't walking away. He showed up at the hospital in less than the promised hour, and made his way to the room number that he'd gotten off Karla. She was like a mom to him, too, and at the end of the day, if not for the fact that Richie was concussed, and would probably bleed again, she probably would've knocked their heads together for how things had been between them lately.
He knocked gently on the open door before walking in quietly. Richie looked like hell... absolute hell, and Jeff's breath caught in his throat as he saw him. "Hey," he said softly, walking over to the hospital bed. "You... I'd ask if you were okay, but I'm pretty sure that's a stupid fucking question."