into you

“Y- yes.” Danny bit his lip and nodded his head. He was nervous of course, but he was also excited; his body practically buzzed with some mixture of the two. He never imagined this would go down like this -that Jake would go down like this- but when the offer was made he nearly jumped at the opportunity. Jake was not only extremely good looking, but Danny trusted him and even if they weren’t dating trust was a big thing.

for @boysxwillbe - based on

Parker loved his best friend, he really did, and he loved living with him, but there were times where he could really drive Parker off of the wall. Leaving a couple of dishes in the sink was one thing, forgetting laundry day was one thing–but Parker running into an awkward encounter with his best friend’s most recent hookup in the kitchen to make breakfast? That was a whole other thing. 

As he fought through the small talk through gritted teeth and a fake smile, Parker couldn’t help but wonder if this was the best plan for him. He was living in a decent apartment that was close to his work, sharing a two-bedroom with his best friend he had known since high school. The rent was affordable, it came with a washer and dryer, and it gave them nice living space so that if they were sick of each other, they each had their own personal areas. 

It didn’t seem like a bad idea at first, but the more they hung out together, the more conflicted feelings Parker started to slowly have towards his best friend. For instance, there was an odd twist in his stomach and a tug at his heart when he saw his best friend’s hookup, seemingly unbothered by his presence and looking flawless and all. It made Parker almost immediately lose his appetite at the thought of this person spending the previous night with his best friend. 

Sighing, he went over to friend’s bedroom, knocking on the door. “Hey, sleeping beauty,” he called out. “It’s rude to keep a guest waiting. Come on!”

“What? No, he was just - he was just leaving, he said,” Jake groaned, only half awake. Truth be told, last night’s hookup was just that - a hookup. He and the guy (Trent? Kent? Whatever.) had agreed upon that before Jake had brought him home. It was starting to become more of a habit of Jake’s. Suffer through the week and on Friday night find someone to help him relieve some tension, rinse and repeat. But when Parker came knocking at the door, he got that familiar pang in his chest.

Jake had figured it out by now - he wasn’t stupid. He knew that over time he had fallen in love with Parker. Stupidly, hopelessly, completely fallen in love with Parker. 

He also knew that he had no chance in the world of being with him.

They had been friends - best friends - for so long, almost a decade. Surely, if Parker ever had feelings for him, he would have shown it by now, right? Even if Jake had somehow mustered up the courage to tell Parker how he felt, he would be risking everything. Ten years of trust and friendship would be gone. And that was kind of why Jake had started hooking up with guys in the first place.

With his romantic tension also came sexual tension. He knew he shouldn’t be having these thoughts about Parker - it’d probably scare him away if he ever found out. But instead of trying to suppress the feelings all together, he tried to expend them.

Unfortunately, there was substitute for his romantic feelings. He couldn’t fuck his love away. Instead, he just suffered in silence. Yay.

Teo groaned, he was no good at denying Jonathan especially when he had that tone in his voice. “I have to be quick Mi amor,” he warned as he lay on his hotel room bed and undid his own jeans “Tell me what you’ve been thinking about. What would you do if I was there right now?”

“Babe I miss you too and all but seriously….. phone sex? Now?”

“Why is it that I am not the least bit surprised that you already have everything set up? It’s as if you already expected me to say yes to it or something.” Matthew chuckled slightly before leaning up and giving his husband a quick kiss. “May I ask why it is that you want to do this, exactly? What on earth has possessed you to believe that making a sex film is a good idea?” He wasn’t opposed to it, exactly, but he did want to know what it was about the idea that attracted Andrew in the first place. 

Andrew returned the kiss, draping his arms leisurely around Matthew’s neck. “Well, it’s for when you go on a big lawyer-y business trip or I have some stupid school conference. You know how... needy I can be. It just wouldn’t feel right watching porn when it’s you I really want.” Porn had lost it’s appeal once they had started dating, he would always find his mind wandering back to Matthew. Even the littlest things he did turned Andrew on way more than two random dudes ever could.

“But don’t think this means that I’m not down for phone sex, because I very much am,” he teased, “This would just be for when one of us isn’t available. And if afterwards you want to delete it, I’ll delete it. Scout’s honor.”

Matthew had been reading the paper when he looked up in response to his husband’s comment. “You are probably the only person that I know who could manage to say something like that in such a passive tone as if it was nothing. You want to make a sex take and yet it sounds as if you’re asking if I want to go on a hike this weekend. Tell me, where did you get this idea to record us?”

Andrew shrugged as he took a few steps closer to his husband, “I don’t know. I’ve wanted to for a while now but I never really knew how to bring it up. We don’t have to if you’re not into it.” He plucked the newspaper from Matthew’s hands and tossed it aside, “But if you are, I may have already set up a camera in our room.”

Mark made a sound of longing as the other man pulled away, but he was satisfied to find out why; his breath caught in his chest as he looked upon the now shirtless Jonathan, everything he’d imagined under that business suit at work now coming true. He growled in lust and surged forward, allowing Jonathan to undress his shirt while he made his own work unbuttoning the man’s pants and shoving them to his ankles so he could kick them off. 

Ace moves over to the fridge and pulls out a water bottle to sip from and an apple. “Mmm, you’re staring, roomie. And here I thought you hated me or something…” He says offhandedly, cutting a slice from the apple with the pairing knife he pulls out of the drawer.