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imtoofabulousSo, what's the deal with The Bachelor? Does the dude get to fuck all those chicks? And why isn't there a dude-on-dude version for those of us who want to play with cocks?
May. 24th, 2016
imtoofabulous"Baby, please go all the way..."
May. 24th, 2016 07:45 amthemiraclekidWho? Harry Matheson and Ainsley Ashwood
What? Boys will be boys
When? Monday evening
Where? Harry's room
Harry was feeling a bit better after his injury, though he still certainly wasn't in any shape to be dancing, which had poor Ainsley worrying about him just the same. He knew how much all of this meant to him... how much work he'd put into this performance... and no one deserved to miss out on something that they'd worked so hard to do so well. Harry's dancing was beautiful, and even as someone who'd never cared much for ballet, Ainsley had come to appreciate the beauty and the hard work required in it by watching how hard Harry and his cast mates worked to get Romeo and Juliet to perfection. While he couldn't understand all of it, he knew that it was hard work, and that they had to work their bodies into perfect submission to get every motion right. Which was why it mattered so much to Harry.
But right now, ballet wasn't really the most pressing thing on either of their minds. They were still teenage boys, in the very early days of a new relationship, and, for the first time since they really started calling in a relationship, they had time to spend together with peace and quiet. Nick had gone to interpret at the police station, and Cheyne was taking a nap, and Ainsley was very contentedly lying in bed with Harry. At the moment, his hands rested on either side of Harry's torso, and he lowered himself using the strength in his arms so that he could kiss the other boy again. Ainsley found that the more he kissed Harry, the more he liked kissing Harry, and that had to be a good sign. "You're the best kisser ever," he told Harry playfully as he rubbed their noses together.
What? Boys will be boys
When? Monday evening
Where? Harry's room
Harry was feeling a bit better after his injury, though he still certainly wasn't in any shape to be dancing, which had poor Ainsley worrying about him just the same. He knew how much all of this meant to him... how much work he'd put into this performance... and no one deserved to miss out on something that they'd worked so hard to do so well. Harry's dancing was beautiful, and even as someone who'd never cared much for ballet, Ainsley had come to appreciate the beauty and the hard work required in it by watching how hard Harry and his cast mates worked to get Romeo and Juliet to perfection. While he couldn't understand all of it, he knew that it was hard work, and that they had to work their bodies into perfect submission to get every motion right. Which was why it mattered so much to Harry.
But right now, ballet wasn't really the most pressing thing on either of their minds. They were still teenage boys, in the very early days of a new relationship, and, for the first time since they really started calling in a relationship, they had time to spend together with peace and quiet. Nick had gone to interpret at the police station, and Cheyne was taking a nap, and Ainsley was very contentedly lying in bed with Harry. At the moment, his hands rested on either side of Harry's torso, and he lowered himself using the strength in his arms so that he could kiss the other boy again. Ainsley found that the more he kissed Harry, the more he liked kissing Harry, and that had to be a good sign. "You're the best kisser ever," he told Harry playfully as he rubbed their noses together.
tattoosonthistownWho? Sawyer Bennett and Walker Chester
What? Romantic getaway
When? Monday night
Where? Acqualina Resort and Spa, Miami Beach
Sawyer sighed heavily as Walker sank against him, spent, but still meeting his lips in gentle kisses. His fingers curled into Walker's hair, panting for breath even as he kissed him again. "Fuck," he groaned, his eyes fluttering closed as Walker was gently pulling out of him and tossing the condom into the garbage barrel next to the bed. People might have assumed that Sawyer, being the big, muscular bastard he was, would be 100% power top, but the fact was, it couldn't have been further from the truth. He naturally gravitated toward being a bottom, and that worked just fine for Walker, who was a natural top. Not everyone was one or the other, but Sawyer and Walker both had a comfort level that worked for them, and it was nice.
In fact, this whole situation was really nice for Sawyer. He'd been afraid for so long of who he was and who he wanted to be... of the relationships that he wanted with men, and the way that those would be judged. He had been so afraid for so long that he'd forced himself to be straight... or at least pretend to be straight. He had a son he adored and a wonderful woman in his life whom he'd always love to show for that, but he'd never dreamed that the day would come when he'd be lying in bed after making love to a man that he was truly in love with, following it up with gentle kisses, and tender embraces. He smiled up at Walker as his lover shifted into a more comfortable position. "You know," he said thoughtfully, shifting in the bed to turn so that he could face his boyfriend. "I could get used to having you in bed with me every night."
What? Romantic getaway
When? Monday night
Where? Acqualina Resort and Spa, Miami Beach
Sawyer sighed heavily as Walker sank against him, spent, but still meeting his lips in gentle kisses. His fingers curled into Walker's hair, panting for breath even as he kissed him again. "Fuck," he groaned, his eyes fluttering closed as Walker was gently pulling out of him and tossing the condom into the garbage barrel next to the bed. People might have assumed that Sawyer, being the big, muscular bastard he was, would be 100% power top, but the fact was, it couldn't have been further from the truth. He naturally gravitated toward being a bottom, and that worked just fine for Walker, who was a natural top. Not everyone was one or the other, but Sawyer and Walker both had a comfort level that worked for them, and it was nice.
In fact, this whole situation was really nice for Sawyer. He'd been afraid for so long of who he was and who he wanted to be... of the relationships that he wanted with men, and the way that those would be judged. He had been so afraid for so long that he'd forced himself to be straight... or at least pretend to be straight. He had a son he adored and a wonderful woman in his life whom he'd always love to show for that, but he'd never dreamed that the day would come when he'd be lying in bed after making love to a man that he was truly in love with, following it up with gentle kisses, and tender embraces. He smiled up at Walker as his lover shifted into a more comfortable position. "You know," he said thoughtfully, shifting in the bed to turn so that he could face his boyfriend. "I could get used to having you in bed with me every night."