The Boys Are Back in Town

❝ How about we just never mention this again? ❞

"Never mention what?" Jase asked, his hand lifting to smooth the now sore spot on his jaw where Tristan had accidentally, or so he hoped, smacked him the moment before. "That you just tried to knock my block off out of the blue?" His eyes sparkled with amusement at the horrified look on his face. "I'll never mention it again so long as you get me a coffee to make up for it."

Derek Hale - episode five

Not only could George hear Alex’s thoughts but he had images from it, his date was thinking about sucking his cock and deep throating him even. It was no surprise that George had trouble keeping up. “Yes, yes.” he quickly answered, it wasn’t on the fifth date he would tell the other about his telepathy, it was way too soon. “I keep getting distracted, watching your beautiful face.” and thinking of how your lips would feel around my cock but that part was only in his mind.

He couldn’t lie, seeing George get so flustered was really kind of cute. Usually, Alex was the one fumbling about when he found himself around someone he found attractive, so it was certainly a nice change of pace for him. “Well my face isn’t doing too much worth watching just yet.” Again his mind wandered. Images of how George would look above him, his hand tangled in his hair to push him down further on his cock, how every inch of him might taste. “So, what were you thinking for after dinner?”

Jackson stands there on the balcony of the private villa he had rented as the sun sets over the ocean, reflecting pinks, reds, and oranges across the placid surface of the Caribbean ocean. He raises his glass of wine to his lips, the sea breeze billowing open his unbuttoned shirt, showing off the muscles of his chest and toned abdomen. Never did Jackson imagine that he would be stood up at the altar by his fiancée, the woman he loved, who he was more than ready to spend the rest of his life with. Two days ago, his entire world came crumbling down, and now he’s here, on this island, living out his honeymoon without her – trying to forget about her – and trying to enjoy himself at the same time. Luckily, he didn’t have to come alone, he was able to bring his best friend, so that’s helped ease the pain of his heartbreak a bit. He hears them walk out onto the balcony behind him, and Jackson keeps his eyes on the setting sun as he says. “I don’t think I want to go out tonight. Think we should just stay in tonight.” Jackson finally turns to look at them, passing them the glass of wine he’d poured for them. “Just the two of us? It’s been a while since we spent time together, just you and me, you know?”

         “If I fess up to what this is, what I can see it becoming, that means I… It means I have to let Clara go, and I don’t know if I’m ready to do that yet…” The young Marine’s voice kept cracking every few words and it took all of his willpower to keep from breaking down completely. “I mean, fuck! I fucking love you, you know that? But I can’t accept that because it means bringing you into Peyton’s life, and I just can’t risk her getting attached if we end up not working out.” Grant ran a hand through his hair a few times, a futile attempt at calming himself down as he looked anywhere but at the other person. He was a full on fucking mess at this point and it was clear he wouldn’t be able to hold back his stressed out rant any longer, so the young man leaned right in to it as he found his voice again. “I love you, so damn much, but I can’t risk my little girl’s heart or mine again over something that won’t be more than random hook-ups or secret, rushed dates. You sure as shit didn’t sign on to become a parent, so wouldn’t it just be easier for all of us if we end this before anyone can get hurt?”

“Grant...” His voice was soft, almost as if he thought the man before him might shatter if he spoke any louder. “Do you really think I’d ask for you to let Clara go? That I ever planned on letting her go?” Alex was midstep towards him when Grant dropped the bomb on him. ‘I fucking love you, you know that?’ Those words left him reeling, though part of him had suspected that they were getting close to that point. “If getting hurt is what you’re really worried then I guess there’s not much that I can do to change your mind, but I think you know that’s the last thing I would ever do to you or Peyton. I mean if anyone has a reason to want to make something work it’s going to be me. The two of you are my last connection to my best friend. I would never purposefully do anything to fuck that up and more importantly-” He finally closed the distance between them, leaving enough space so Grant could easily escape should he decide to do so, but close enough to be able to rest a hand above his heart. “I love you too.”

George was really enjoying the time he was spending with the other man and so for this date he had decided to invite the man over and cook dinner. They were eating homemade lasagna with a good red wine but George could hardly focus. The telepath didn’t mean too but he could hear his date’s thoughts and he could deduce the man was horny and wanted him very much in many positions. He tried to keep the conversation going but he was getting hard hearing all these thoughts.

Alex found himself a mixture of nerves and excitement at the thought of having dinner at George’s place. Bars were safe, an easy place to escape from should he ever need it, but so far he hadn’t found any reason to do so. The man was as attractive as he was smart and it took all of his willpower not to jump his damn bones at any given moment. Which would explain how he found his mind wandering, once again, at dinner. Images of him between George’s legs with what he could only guess was a beautiful cock down his throat. “Everything ok?” He asked after the clatter of a fork hitting the floor sounded once again. “I think that’s the tenth time you dropped your fork...”

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"You...” Guy’s words were breathless as he spoke. Between the weight of the younger male on top of him, and how thoroughly Henry had fucked him, it came as no surprise. Not like he was about to complain anytime soon. “Are exquisite. Has anyone told you that before?” Normally there wouldn’t have been any laying about in the afterglow. No long looks or soft kisses to be found, only sweat-stained sheets and the steam of a hot shower that held only one, but with Henry? Guy would be happy to spend hours like that. Wrapped around him and filled to the brim by him. 

‘right, right. see you later man, thanks for stopping by.’ rhys’ polite smile stayed on his face as he walked the other man out of his townhouse and locked the front door behind him. thank god. he was getting too old for this much excitement, there was no ifs, ands, or buts about it. ‘i got him to leave,’ rhys said as he slid back into bed beside them. ‘you have got to get your own place,’ he said with a deep sigh. ‘feel like making it up to me?’ 

Julian didn’t dare to even breathe while his brother stood there on the other side of the door. Part of him swore the bastard had some sort of tracking device implanted under his skin with how frequently he managed to pop up whenever he spent time with Rhys. In reality, he understood that the universe just hated him and obviously didn’t want him to have anything nice. “I’m working on it.” Julian murmured while he shifted to snuggle up against him once more. “Mmm, I could possibly make it up to you...” He trailed his fingers down Rhys’ muscular chest. “What were you thinking?”

“Brother.” Charlie was sitting on the captain’s chair on the long table where the knights that protected the king gathered. He shouldn’t be in that room, he knew, but Charles loved the forbidden things. He took his glass of wine and raised it as if he was cheering the other up. “I am sorry I haven’t had time to pay you a visit this last week. Our King, he has quite an appetite.” Charles was the younger brother and despite not being in the line for almost anything of their parents, he managed to avoid becoming a small knight by using his beauty to entertain the King and his closer circle. That is how he managed to be, well, sort of important, even if the women in court all looked at him as if he was nothing more than a cheap slut. Cheap he may be, but he was the King’s favorite slut. “But don’t worry, I am here for you. And I brought us, hm, some presents from the King himself.” He picked up a box and put it over the long table. “I hope you can forgive my absence if we play with them together.”

‘I pay for dances but I don’t pay for sex if that’s what you’re trying for so be warned.’