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my muses are in a weird mood

𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕣 @ccckcollector (𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕗. 𝕙𝕒𝕞𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕕/𝕙𝕒𝕪𝕕𝕖𝕟)

Lingering by the door, Hayden pretended to check his phone while the rest of the class filled out of the classroom. Once they were all gone, he moved forward as if he was about to leave but, instead, he pulled the door shut; staying in the classroom with just his professor. Turning to face the man who had been constantly staring in the young man’s fantasies at night, he tried to gather himself before finally clearing his throat to let the man know he was still there. “I, uh… I was hoping we could talk.” Well, if things went according to plan they wouldn’t be talking much; at least Hayden wouldn’t be. “I know my grades in your class have been slipping,” he explained as he moved towards the man at his desk, “and I saw your email about getting me a tutor, or something along those lines, but I was thinking…” Then, as he rounded the edge of William’s desk, Hayden made the bold choice to drop to his knees right then and there; his wide, eager blue eyes locked on his professor as he licked his lips. “…maybe there’s something else I could do to bring my grade up?”

Maxwell smirked as he faced his uncle, his brown eyes studying the handsome male’s features. It was rare for someone to be taller than Maxwell and his uncle was just slightly taller than him. He entered his uncle’s room and then looked at the huge bed, licking his lips. “I have no clue, Uncle Sam” he teased before following the other male, “Maybe in your bathroom?” the boy questioned sincerely as his hands rested at his side.

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Jason woke up next to his husband and found himself snuggled up close to the other. He hummed as he rested his head on the handsome male’s chest, “How long have you been awake?” he questioned, wiping the sleep from his eyes as he pressed a kiss to his gorgeous lover’s bare chest.

Maxwell’s eyes lit up as Sam said that he didn’t have clippers. He then bit down on his lip when he realized that now his coach would probably rip him to shreds if he came to morning practice with his long locks. “Let’s go see if you have a spare because if I show up to morning workout tomorrow with my mane I’m gonna get chewed out” he teased as his eyes looked longingly at his uncle. He quickly got up from the couch and stood close to his uncle, his eyes locked on Sam’s, “I’d love to help you look upstairs. Maybe you’ll have some on your bed side table” he suggested as he led the other male upstairs.

Maxwell eyed his uncle and his heart skipped a beat when there was a suggestion that he would continue making this sort of contact with Sam. He bit down on his lip, “I’d like that very much” admitting softly as Sam pulled away. Immediately, Maxwell missed the strong presence of his uncle and the hands in his hair. As his brown eyes flickered up to his uncle he practically whimpered, “Clippers” an eye roll precipitated the decision, knowing that’s what his coach expected.

When Sam called him out for flirting with him, saying exactly what he was doing - it made Maxwell’s cheeks flush red. He bit down on his lip as his uncle ran his hands through his hair. To be honest, it felt amazing and Maxwell obliged by nuzzling his head into the strong hands, “Guilty as charged” he admitted. The he shrugged his shoulders, his brown eyes locking on his uncle’s, “Thanks, that means a lot” he reiterated genuinely, “I’m going to miss you playing with my hair” the basketball player admitted.

Maxwell had always been attracted to his uncle. To be honest one of the first times he had ever jerked off was to the thought of his uncle Sam. He bit down on his lip as Sam engulfed him in a hug. His body pressed against the other’s as he smirked, “Thanks” before blushing at being called out for flirting with him, “Maybe I am” he suggested with a shrug before he grinned, “Thanks, and just promise not to judge me when you see me look like an egg without my long hair” he joked.