Falling Like The Stars

  “I have no clue what you are talking about my handsome space knight,” he replied laughing as Bray pulled them and pin him down. “You really want me to join you in bed? You are lucky that our twins are playing with their amazing dad while I wake you up,” he added kissing Bray back as he blushed. “You love it when it’s annoying. It’s one of the things that made you fall for me when we were working together.”

@astrocohen braylan and milo inspired by this

“you should play with my hair some more…”

milo laughed out loud before casting a glance over to braylan. “you know, most guys don’t stick around once the deed is done.” he commented, carding his fingertips through the others curls. braylan and he had met at a coffee shop, best milo could remember. the two had hit it offf, in a small way, but with milo being milo a simple conversation soon turned into some more - pointed - questions. one thing lead to another and the two were making out in an uber. until they got back to milo’s place.

the blond paused for a moment and looked around at the clothes that were strewn around the bedroom. “i think it’s safe to say we have a good time, huh?” he mused alound, settling back down against the mattress, comforters pulled up to his chest, as he fixed his bright eyed gaze on the other.

“i’m milo, by the way. don’t think i ever formally introduced myself.”+

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Having learned that meeting people at bars was not exactly their cup of tea, Ben impulsively signed up for sailing lessons at India Point Park. They’d figured that at the very least fumbling about on a boat with the sun and the water would do them some good and if it also introduced them to more people in the city - all the better. The only problem was that Ben’d never been on a boat before. And they were kicking themselves a little for not having done even the tiniest bit of research before jumping in.

They hadn’t the faintest idea of what ‘starboard’ meant or what all the ropes did or how to keep their balance and the combination of the three had them tumbling right into the water. But hitting the surface of the water actually brought a great bubble of joy and they were laughing by the time they’d dragged themselves back up. That was fun. This whole thing was pure uncomplicated fun and they wasted no time getting back up to their feet and attempting to go back to the job that’d been assigned to them. Only this time, they leaned over to the closest person with a gleeful grin to strike up a conversation. With a stranger. “This is wild. We’re on a boat!” Though, glancing between their ropes and the others, they may have to admit some defeat. “I haven’t the foggiest what I’m supposed to be doing right now. What’ll happen if I let this one go?”

Symon chuckled at the male’s comment before taking a seat near the male. He knew better than to sit next to strangers too quickly so there was a chair between them. “That would imply I knew you were Irish before walking over. Hard to tell you white people apart sometimes,” he teased back with a soft wink. He brought his own drink to his lips, finding it empty. “Can I buy you another round?” he asked as he raised his hand to the bartender to ask him over. “My lonely insinuated one thing, the desire to have another person join you, not that you didn’t like being alone. But my intentions weren’t clear enough,” he said, sitting up more straight, still grinning softly. As the bartender approached he slid his glass back. “Another round for us both, on mine, please,” he ordered with a kind grin to the bartender. “What’s your name?”

     nearly spilling his drink, phil is able to chug the last of the whiskey in his glass and put it on the nearby table so his hands were free. he had that perfect buzz right now - if he kept it up, he wouldn’t blackout and could loosen up to have fun. seeing braylan pull him out to the dance floor to a song he didn’t know. “i warned you. i’ve got that white dad dancing syndrome,” he said as he tried to go along with the beat of the music but clearly, it wasn’t working quite right.

“alright, alright –” alex raised his hands up and shook himself out of the grasp of the bouncer. “i can walk on my own again, thank you.” he gave him a sarcastic smile. the bouncer said nothing to him, and turned to go back into the pub. “jesus fucking christ..–” alex wiped off the blood on his chin from his busted lip, shook his head and reached for his cigarettes. just as he was lighting one, a guy came out from inside the pub, and he made eye contact with him. “hey, you were just in there,” he stated, pulling the cigarette away from his lips. “alright, i’ll take brutal honesty right now – did i deserve that?” he asked with a small smile as well as a shrug of his shoulders.

WE JUST SPOTTED (BRAYLAN COHEN) IN PROVIDENCE! DO YOU THINK THEY LOOK LIKE (JAMIE DORNAN)? NAH, (HE’S) A (37) YEAR OLD, (ASTROPHYSICIST), AND CAN BE DESCRIBED AS (INTELLIGENT, WARM, PASSIONATE) BUT CAN ALSO BE (AGGRESSIVE, NEEDY, RUDE ). WHAT ARE THEY DOING IN THE CITY? KEEP AN EYE ON THEM TO FIND OUT.

“ you don’t know shit, braylan. “ jonathan glanced around the room, the looks of concern had morphed into looks of judgement and he couldn’t tell who they were for. the other wasn’t exactly being quiet with all the things he was getting heated about so it was very likely all his coworkers were now realizing that he wasn’t having a smooth divorce, that he was the jerk in all of this. his eyes stayed trained on the tile floor of the building as he heard braylan go off again, the sound of pounding filling his head as he realized he was right. he wasn’t ready to admit any of this still but it was hard to ignore when it was being snapped at him in a place where he couldn’t exactly just run out of the door to just disappear, he had to stay and hear this, process it even if he didn’t want to. he’s going to stop caring as much as he still does and you’re going to be left with a gigantic hole in your heart that nothing can fill. the words hit deeper than braylan probably expected but it was true. jonathan had been taking for granted how generous and caring bobby was, he knew that if he kept going this way, holding everything only to snap at him, he was going to stop caring and that sounded almost as worse as the next words that came out of the other mans mouth. those words, those words cut like a knife. he knew he had absolutely no right to be upset by this, he had cheated - he was the one who ruined everything so bobby had every right to go try to move on but fuck, that wasn’t something he was ready to handle. as soon as those words were said he could imagine bobby’s world without him, happy with another man who probably didn’t treat him like crap for no reason and that wall he had spent his entire life building up cracked slightly letting tears well up in the corners of his eyes. jonathan knew this day would come but he just convinced himself that he would be fine obviously that wasn’t the case. 

as braylans hands come up and grabbed his shirt, pushing him backwards - his coworkers shot him a look as their hands went to their sides waiting for the nod to come arrest this guy but he shook his head. if he wanted to punch him, he could punch him but he probably wouldn’t do that here, it was a literal police precinct. he shook his head at the mention of his past indiscretions which seemed to follow him into every conversation but what did he expect, he cheated and it wasn’t going to just go away even if he wished everything would. “ fuck you. “ he spat back at the irish man. “ you don’t know shit about how i feel about bobby so fucking go there. “ jonathan pressed a finger into braylans chest, now a bit heated that he would say something like that especially because through out this entire situation, even when he was cheating, he still loved bobby in his own fucked up way. “ you have a lot of balls to come down here and start saying this shit, don’t you have better things to do than meddle in a relationship that’s not yours ? “ he poked his finger again against the other mans chest, tired of having to defend himself even though he knew it was useless, he shouldn’t be defending himself to begin with.

     a typical friday night in providence and everyone was out at the bars to drink the night away and celebrate another week of work being over. the moment the clock had struck nine, phil closed up shop at the library and headed towards his usual bar. he figured he’d have a drink or two before heading home to his empty house. sipping on his whiskey, phil had been vibing to the lady gaga song along the wall of the overcrowded bar when he felt a hand grab him and pull him into the dance floor. “oh, hey” he said with a smile when he caught himself, nearly spilling the drink. “i’m not exactly a dancer”

there were many things about braylan that just made him uncomfortable. he’d grown up extremely sheltered, the idea of polyamory was seen as some cultish behavior or at least that was what his parents taught him so meeting braylan, it was strange for him. he didn’t want to not like him but it was like they had to show off their relationship and admittedly when he was younger his tolerance for things like that was much lower than it was now but even then, he still wasn’t completely over seeing the three of them whenever they had family gatherings. yeah his eye rolls and obvious discomfort make it seem like he was some jerk but he tried his hardest to just ignore it rather than acknowledge it, knowing saying anything would be dangerous especially with his mouth. jonathan crossed his arms defensively over his chest as he took in a deep breathe letting braylan try to explain to him since that bobby had already said the jist of. “ and what business is this of yours, braylan? “ he replied brazenly, sick of him meddling in his relationship. “ this is between me and bobby, the two of us because unlike you, i don’t go around fucking who ever when i have two husbands already “ jonathan knew it right as he uttered the words that he should of just kept his mouth shut. what the fuck was wrong with him, he knew what he saying was bad even as he was saying it but it was like he’d been so used to being on guard that he just snapped back even when he knew he was in the wrong every time. 

ever since the that night, jonathan had decided to do what he did best - pretend everything was fine and push down any negative emotion that come up. he even tried to just pretend that it didn’t happen at all, just throwing himself into the massive pile of paper work he’d usually push off until the last minute which unfortunately was a trend in the precinct. he knew he had messed up, he’d be delusional to think that everything was just going to be perfectly fine especially after all the pain he’d caused and was still causing but he tried his hardest to not let that show. the cops he worked with were decent men but one sniff of sadness and they’re taking him to a strip club, a place he didn’t really feel comfortable in even when he was younger at his bachelor party. jonathan was sitting at his desk, doing his work when he heard the growl. his cop instincts kicked in so he stood up quickly, thinking it was some disgruntled criminal coming back to threaten them but as his gaze settled on the person who yelled out, his stomach sank to his feet. 

jonathan never really had a good relationship with braylan even when his relationship with bobby was going smoothly so he didn’t expect this go well at all. as the irish man came close to him, his angry breathe tickling his face, he could tell that bobby had told him what had happened. his jaw clenched at the words that followed, his gaze moving to look at the concerned faces of his coworkers who were mostly worried this man was going to attack him so he shook his head at them, gesturing to them that he wasn’t a physical threat or so he hoped. “ i don’t know what you’re talking about. “ jonathan replied, his eyes not moving to meet braylan’s - he had a bad habit of just not looking people in the eyes when they were upset, it made it so much harder for him to pretend he was fine and he wasn’t about to crumble in public.

There was a storm brewing despite the sun that shone down on Providence that day. Braylan’s blood was boiling. Wesley had warned him, Bobby had tried to stop him, but he was already in his shoes and out the door before either of them had managed to reason with him. The professor had crashed at their place the night before, upset and not truly knowing what to do with the fact that he and Jonathan had slept together for the first time in years. Braylan had sat with him, heard him cry, watched him shake, and he was tired of this dickhead making his brother-in-law sick with grief. So, here he was, marching his way up the front steps of the precinct, knowing very well that making a scene in a cop station was probably not the best of ideas. “You.” He growls when he spots the man, his accent seeming to deepen when he speaks. “I’m getting tired of your toxic bullshit.”

It was that time of the month when Symon’s barista checks and tips just didn’t cover the bills enough. He dressed in his nicest and tightest suit, walked into a club known for having plenty of escorts walk around and ordered himself a drink. He typically spent the first twenty minutes trying to see if this place was being watched by pimps, they didn’t tend to allow solo escorts. So far he couldn’t spot one. He walked around, looking at all the people before deciding to try out the first person he came to. “You’re looking lonely tonight,” he teased as he leaned against the bar rather than sitting down. “What are you drinking?” he asked as he looked the ma over once, trying to get a feel for him. He knew that most clients ranged, so judging someone by their clothes didn’t work a lot of the times. If anything, if they wore too nice of clothes they would fellow escorts. But his hopes were high that perhaps this person would be able to help him out tonight and he could help him in return.

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