Andrew Thomas

I'd love to play against the following -

Colin Morgan

Colin O'Donoghue

Henry Cavill

Ryan Reynolds

Wentworth Miller

Logan Lerman

Bob Morley

Andrew Lincoln

Jeffrey Dean Morgan

I'd love to play against the following -

Colin Morgan Colin O'Donoghue Henry Cavill Ryan Reynolds Wentworth Miller Logan Lerman Bob Morley Andrew Lincoln Jeffrey Dean Morgan

“Not too old I suppose but still too old for you. But you know that don’t you?” And then he kissed Andrew again, unwilling to let him even acknowledge, much less deny these words. “You just like bad men. Tsk tsk … you would think a Guidance Counsellor would have better sense.” 

Oz chuckled as he followed Andrew toward the bedroom, watching the other male strip. Seating himself at the end of the bed, he gazed at Andrew with hunger. It had been far too long. He was ill suited to celibacy. Brushing a hand over Andrew’s abdomen, he sighed with pleasure and pulled him in close. 

Oh the irony in all of which he stated had hit him, but nothing he’d like to comment about. Not yet now when his lips were on his own, now when he felt him so close against him. “Is it me, or have you began talking more and more these days.” it was meant to be more teasing than insulting. At times, he just enjoyed riling him up, which meant he wouldn’t hold back with him. But once again he had pulled away only to sit and watch him while he undressed. 

His shirt was off quickly, and as Osbourne seated himself on the edge of the bed, Andrew stepped closer. He didn’t touch his jeans, not yet, but simply because he liked the way the older man looked at him. With such want and desire, that he didn’t want to rush this. “I’m not the only one stripping, now am I?” he asked right as the other’s hand brushed over his abdomen. Usually he’d be the one on his knees, but there was something about this moment that he enjoyed. To see him before him, even if it didn’t last long. yes he did catch onto his dominating ways, so it didn’t surprise him that he enjoyed this as much as he wanted the other to touch him. 

With his gaze on the other’s, Andrew took a step back, not because he changed his mind, but because he wanted to see him. Just as bare, just as naked as he was. “I haven’t seen you in so long, I want to see you first.” and as he spoke, he began pulling at his own belt until it was undone. 

Oz: I'll be there shortly.

Oz: You are not being cute right now.

Oz: Good boy.

Andrew: You love me anyway.

Oz: Shut up. Where are you?

Oz: You're behaving like a fool. A stubborn fool.

Oz: Tell me where you are. I will come to fetch you and I will determine what you are up for. No arguments.

Andrew: So demanding - I'm off highway 291. Apartments were cheaper there.

Andrew: Are you complaining? I do believe my stubbornness is something you like, no?

“There is an elevator. I just like the stairs. Good for an old man.” Oz retorted as he watched Andrew’s rather fine ass as he made his way up the stairs. At the doorway, he pushed his pup back against the doorframe and kissed him again. This time his hand dropped low enough to cup and squeeze Andrew’s thick length through the denim. “Seems like all of you missed me. Those intellectual types not know how to take care of you, my pretty boy.” He whispered against Andrew’s lips.

Dropping his hold on Andrew, he unlocked the door and stepped back to allow Andrew to enter. Ordinarily he was in the mood for a scene, something drawn out that would leave the Scotsman with marks that would have him thinking of Oz for a week straight. But Oz had no patience for prolonged right now. He wanted Andrew. Now.

“Bedroom. Now.” He growled quietly as he closed the door behind them.

His comment caused a smile to play across his lips, “You’re not too old.” he assured, which was a fact considering how the other knew how to keep up. The kiss was more than welcomed as Andrew placed a hand against the man’s cheek, a soft gasp eliciting his lips against the other’s when he felt him grip onto him. His words were playing his mind, but his thoughts were on how close he was to where he needed to be touched the most, but once again he pulled away much too soon. 

“What can I say? No one knows me like you do.”  which wasn’t a lie either. Any time he was with someone his mind was always on Osbourne. As he walked in after him, he continued speaking. “They didn’t know how to touch me the way you do. Or how to satisfy me.” Did he hook up with people? Yes, but when he knew he couldn’t feel for them the way he felt for Osbourne, he stopped altogether. No, it would be too wrong to tell him he learned some of his domineering ways, but that never helped him grow attached to anyone. 

“Yes sir.” he whispered quietly before walking into his room. Shoes were off in an instant and Andrew was pulling his shirt from his jeans. He waited just for the other to join him into the room before walking towards him. “No more interruptions, I hope?” He needed to feel the other’s lips against his own, to feel his hands over him. He needed to feel him.

Oz: Bloody hell. Where are you staying? Do I need to collect you?

Oz: I do not underestimate you. You are stubborn if nothing else.

Oz: Sounds like you have a fair bit of healing to do before that is a realistic option.

Andrew: I don't want you to go through any trouble. I'm okay, just bruised. Nothing broken.

Andrew: That's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me, maybe I should get into fights more often ;)

Oz felt a rush of possessive thrill as Andrew approached. He should feel dreadful about using the poor man and being unwilling to give him the commitment the man craved. Yes, at the same time, he did miss him. One more night couldn’t do more harm surely. Oh hell, who was he kidding. As long as Andrew showed up like his own private scottie, he’d take advantage of him every time. 

He cupped the back of Andrew’s head and dragged him forward into a heated kiss. This one broke slowly as he shifted his body enough to get them both inside the building. “That’s a good boy. Let’s go play.” He murmured as he nudged him toward the stairs that would lead up to his loft. He owned the entire building. The only other people who lived here were employees, primarily his security. He liked it that way. They knew better than to interfere with anything the boss did. 

The push against the wall, the slight brush of lips against each other is all he was thinking about even though his words were entirely different. It didn’t help when the other pulled him close and pressed his lips against his own. He hated the affect the man played on him, especially when he fell for it every damn time. The kiss had been broken much too soon, but he also knew the man wasn’t a big fan of public spaces, so he wished they would hurry up. 

Andrew walked up the stairs as quick as he could, while keeping pace with him. Would they regret this the next morning? Andrew knew he wouldn’t or he wouldn’t be here to begin with. His thoughts were muddled with wanting to kiss him, to hating him, to wanting to be close to him. His jeans seemed achingly tight in that moment, and any and all coherent thoughts were out the window by now. “You should really consider moving onto the first floor.” he stated until they reached the top of his loft. Andrew waited to follow him, but if it were up to him, he would want him here and now. 

Oz: Stronger meds? Are you injured? This is absolutely unacceptable Andrew.

Oz: To be fair, they rather underestimated Santa Ysabel.

Oz: Perhaps. The next time there are rides on offer, I'll give you a private one instead. I'm sure I can find the means of being suitably engaging.

Andrew: Yes, won't even deny this. I am not a fighter.

Andrew: To be fair, I underestimated myself too.

“Consolation?” Oz shot him a look and frowned, “I wasn’t the one who chose to leave Andrew. I have not changed on my views if that is what you were hoping during your prolonged absence. A bit of salt dipped into my wounds to ensure I missed you? I won’t tell a lie. I did miss you. But I am still me. I can offer you none of the things I know you crave.” Turning to the other, he grabbed him by the labels of Andrew’s jacket and pressed him to the cool brick of the building behind him. Leaning in, he dusted a soft kiss over the corner of Andrew’s mouth and met his wide blue eyes. 

“But I will always desire you. Never pretend otherwise. It insults us both.” With that he released the other and then reached for the door, “Coming or have you had enough reunion for the day?” he asked, the words were calm as he felt the upper hand restored to him. He always preferred to have what he perceived to be the upper hand, even in his more intimate relationships. He liked to be wanted more than he wanted. Andrew tread closer to that line that he was comfortable with but the adage remained true.

His words came off as a surprise to him, simply because he wasn’t expecting those to be the words. It was his actions that did surprise him, even though it should not have. It was Osbourne, the man who did not commit. The man who never would, yet he wanted him all the same. It should have sent him walking the opposite way, yet it kept him wanting more. He wished he had time to compose himself as the other pulled away, but he found himself walking after him instead. 

It was stupid of him to assume things would have changed, but it was sad to believe he’d get over it. No, instead Andrew found his words to be more of a comfort than anything, to know that he was still wanted. That he was still desired as the other had put it, so why would he walk away? Andrew should have been angry, should have turned the other way, but he did the opposite. 

“Enough of the reunion? I feel like things are just getting started. No need to go home just yet.” if they were about to fall back into their old ways, then Andrew knew there was no point in just leaving. Not when he’d be back;

Oz: What the sweet hell happened? Are you hurt?

Oz: The news reports all have a death and injury toll. The carnies turned on the patrons? What the actual fuck.

Andrew: Nothing to fret over, i'll be alright. I'm just waiting on stronger meds.

Andrew: It was out of nowhere, it wasn't expected, they did turn on us but is it wrong to say we came back stronger?