your stupid decision

the young man wouldn't know sick if it hit him in the face. at least that's what symon had thought. he was cute though, so he would continue to entertain the idea of him being a thief. "it would, but that just means that someone has to put you in your place. maybe i'll show you my play room. keep you tied up for trying to steal from me." did he even have one of those? only time would tell. while the other was clearly there with his friends, symon would be lying if he said he didn't want to take him away from them. thankfully, it seemed like he was down for it too. "if your friends want to watch, they're more than welcome to follow us out of here." that wasn't going to make or break anything for him. "a pretty young thing pressed up against me while we ride through the city? i think i would like that very much." he never did feel the need to lie about things like that. "don't worry. i'll tell you all about me if you do the same. then you can decide if you actually want to go through with this." he slid on his leather jacket and stood up from the stool. as he started to head outside, he tugged the younger man by his hand and winked at the group of people who he kept looking at during their conversation. they should know that the two of them were up to no good. once he made it over to the parking lot, he took out both helmets and handed one over to tom. "be a good boy and put this one." then he put his own, got on the bike, and turned it on. his feet were still on the ground as he patted the back seat and turned to face him. "get on and hold on tight."

"Play room?" As if the older man didn't have Tom's full attention yet. "You're fucking with me." He said with a grin, eyeing the other over. "I'm younger, might be quicker. Tie you up instead. You should be careful." Tom teased as he winked at Symon, scoffing at the mention of his friends watching. "Yeah, no - I'm gonna get you out of here because these nasty fuckers would love to." They had seen Tom go down on someone or fuck someone plenty of times before. His friend group was a real mess. And even though he liked that, he just felt like having the older male to himself. Even if it was just for a night. But not around a bunch of young, horny friends who found that all way too entertaining. "I'm an open book, Symon. There's not a single secret behind this mustache." Hand locked into his and he smirked as he walked out with him, smiling ever so widely as they passed his friend group. They weren't too surprised. Out of everywhere, Tom was probably the first one to leave with a sexy, older stranger to god knows where. Tom eyed the bike and let out a low whistle, nodding very impressed. "That's a pretty baby you got there." Tom took the helmet and cocked his head when he instructed him to wear. He hadn't been called a good boy before but he admitted it sounded hot coming from Symon. "I'll be a good boy for you right now - just don't get used to it." Tom put the helmet on and hopped on the bike behind Symon, his hands curling around the older's waist as he purposely pressed against him close as he could. "I'm too young and pretty to die, though. Be careful with me." Tom whined, resting his chin to Symon's shoulder as he spoke. "But do go fast, show off for me. I like that." His fingertips brushed the leather of his jacket.

the blush was cute. porter wondered if xavi had gotten himself way in over his head, but he also didn't care. he already had the man tied up in the basement of the fraternity. there was no going back now. he was going to have to initiate him into the group to make sure that the man didn't spill the beans to anyone else. "i don't think you do, but don't worry handsome, you'll find out soon enough." his brows perked up when he heard the word anything and his lips curved into a long smirk. almost like that had been the keyword he was waiting for. "careful now. some men might take you seriously when you're promising things like that." he lowered himself down so that he was finally at eye level with xavi. porter moved his left hand right in between his legs, wrapping his fingers around his thigh. "so if i tell you to let me fuck you in front of the brothers, you'd do it? sneak into the dean's office and record yourself riding a dildo on his desk? break into a teacher's office and steal some exams for us? take the football team's jockstraps and dump them in the cheerleaders' locker room?" those were only some ideas that were rushing through his head, he hadn't actually decided what he was going to make the cute man do. "cause i have to prove that you're going to be loyal to all of us." which meant getting some blackmail on him.

Handsome. The other probably didn't have a clue what that compliment did to him. Xavi kept repeating to himself that he was pissed off and annoyed for the other to kidnap him into the frat's basement but the longer he stared at that perfect face, the less he felt he cared. Xavi's eyes followed the change in his facial expressions, seeing the way his lips curved into a wide smirk. Like he'd said something that Porter enjoyed. As he crouched down to his level and moved his hand around his thigh, Xavi sucked in a audible breath, his eyes pinned on Porter's face when he spoke. His cock twitched in his baggy jeans, growing painfully hard as he was imagining Porter fuckin him in front of his frat brothers, then imagined himself in the dean's office. He really tried to focus, shifting quietly in the chair to try and get more comfortable as his jeans tightened around him and he just felt stupid for it. "You're insane." The pink on his cheeks darkened the more he spoke and when he was finished, he finally released the breath he was holding in a nervous trail of laughter. Was he testing him? Either way, Xavi was trying real hard to not let it show how flustered he really was. "Yeah, of course. I-I don't care." He flashed Porter a nervous smile, but he held the other's gaze confidently. "I'll be loyal, man. It's not like I'm going to snitch to anyone." even if he wanted, he didn't really think that there was a way out now that he had gotten this far. "I won't let you down." Because that what being frat brothers was all about, right? "Let me prove myself to you." He clearly wasn't all talks anymore now that the other was so close.

Low chuckle rumbles in his chest as she attempts to silence him, hands lifting up in feigned surrender. "Defending? Who was defending?" Miles scoffs as she comes closer, hands still held up in the air — Ready to hold her back from him if he has to but then the next words call arms to fall back to their sides. A normal response would be jealousy, annoyance — That's exactly what she wants out of him, so he doesn't dare to give it. "How I'd like that?" His arms fold across his chest now, smirk playing on the corners of his mouth. "Most of my friends are girls so I say have at it, baby."

Abigail couldn't contain the anger and frustration boiling up inside of her. "You're an asshole." She said. "I seriously hate you so fucking much." With a shake of her head, she eyed Miles from head to toe. "Great. Happily, actually. I'm done with men anyways." Abby snapped back and scoffed at him. She turned on her heels and pushed through the crowd to find whatever friend of Miles to start dancing with her.

open to: m/f/nb muse: link saito. 27. p.star plot: your muse bringing link around their family for the first time and it's going as well as expected

Tristan couldn't help but snicker along at Link's words. "Fuck off, your memory is shit." He mumbled as he chugged another glass of champagne down his throat, glancing back up at Link. "Should've worn a proper shirt, you knew who you were going to meet. Told them they're shit." Tristan tugged Link's shirt and leaned in to brush his lips along the other's jawline. His parents already didn't want to talk to him, but seeing him with Link? They were only looking at them in disgrace, making Tristan want to kiss Link every time he caught their gaze. "It's too quiet. Hate the fucking music, too." It was all too big, too glamorous, he hated it. "Feel like fucking shit up." He grinned widely, head tipping to Link. "You want to cause some trouble with me?"

Billy rose a brow and laughed. " I appreciate the boldness. I make enough money to be plenty comfortable and be able to afford a man like you." He picked up his glass of whiskey and downed what was left. " I have a trust fund from my parents death and since you don't recognize me, I'll be upfront. I don't know if you've heard of Ghostface but that was me and my best friend. I capitalized off it and make money off any time my likeness is used. Mask included." He explained and opened his wallet for him. It was thick with cash and a couple black credit cards. " So what do you think? Do I have a chance?"

"A man like me?" Tom recalled with raised brows, massive smirk plastered all over his face. It wasn't a secret that Tom loved getting his ego boosted. Especially not by a handsome guy like Billy. His words caused his jaw to drop shamelessly and he just stared at him for a moment. "Ghostface?" He repeated with a scoff. "Didn't you guys kill people?" Lips curled back up into a smile and Tom leaned in just a bit. He didn't really believe Billy, but that was probably because he himself used to tell lies to impress others all the time. "I'm not gonna lie.. That?" He nodded down to the wallet, before glancing up at Billy's face. "And the mention of a Ghostface mask? Fucking hot." Tom admitted. "I think I can give you a chance, yeah."

"Nah this isn't a fuckin' build a boyfriend. You'll know when you really want someone." Warren feels dumb as hell standing here arguing. There's nothing to even fight for. No future and no past. "You were willing to give it to me after I put in all the emotional labor. That's not my job." He shakes his head. "Need a fully formed man now at your big age." The excuse of never being in a relationship is insane after they've been doing all types of couple shit. For months. "You take one look at me and say I don't like him how? He treats me better then you ever did. You want me to tell you all the things he makes me feel? To piss you off more?" He shakes his head in disbelief. His brow furrows as he laughs a little too loud drawing attention their way. "I will always be better than you. You treated me like shit. You let your friends treat me like shit. You forgot all that?" He laughs bitterly. Warren always feels like the butt of the fucking joke even though he's been away from Tom and his friends for weeks now. Warren automatically reaches his hand up to cover Tom's mouth as he stares up at him feeling flustered. "Shut the fuck up. You don't know what I want." He leans in closer to hiss right in Tom's face. "You don't even know me." Which doesn't answer the question at all.

Tom's heartbeat picked up - thriving on seeing Warren get all riled up. He knew he was messing with the other's head, knew he was being a little shit but he wanted Warren. "Such a big fucking mouth for a guy who expressed his feelings for me only weeks ago." Tom said after a scoff. "That doesn't just change, Warren." He rarely called the other by his name. Ren or baby, but never Warren. "Oh tell me about all the ways he's better than me. Tell me how he makes you forget your name, how he's always up for round two, thee - how he knows all the sweet spots on your body and the ways to get you to fall asleep. Takes your favorite take out while he climbs through your window by the fire escape." Tom said with a shrug. He shook his head, letting the other come closer and letting him cover his mouth for a few seconds. "Oh, I know what you want." His hand moved to grab Warren's wrist and he guided his hand to his toned chest, down to press against his abs. His free hand moved around the other's waist, pulling him flush against him. "You really hate me?" He asked with a tilt of his head. "Go on, tell me you hate me." Tom shrugged casually, unable not to pay attention to his cock that twitched against Warren's thigh while he leaned even closer. By now, their lips nearly touched. "You hate me so much you wanna kiss me. It's fine, baby. It won't mean anything, right? You don't feel anything for me anymore, you moved on." He taunted Warren, eyes lowering to his lips.

"Don't let your head get too big. Almost can't fit through the fuckin' doorway." Ash can't tamp down his laughter as he rolls his eyes. Yeah he has been thinking about him. Been trying to be casual and cool about wanting him. The E on his piercing is super casual obviously. Ash can be cool as long as he doesn't see anything he doesn't like. He's got his blinders on. "I'm confident because I know you're obsessed. I put your ass in a trance lettin' you inside me." It doesn't matter who's here and it wouldn't even matter if Ash let anyone else get in Eloi's face. He rolls his eyes immediately when the other tells him he's about to give them something to watch. It's good that he had because Ash was about to start swinging when the other pulled his hand away. He huffs out as he glances up at the other. He looks like a god and Ash wants to worship. Or is it the other way around? He can't help but watch the display is irritated fondness because Eloi always deserves to be looked at like he is the sun. Bright and shining and burning Ash up the second he points towards him like he's the moon. His body moves seemingly on it's own as he stands in front of him with his head craned all the back to watch him. There's no way he cares about some nasty ass champagne and the press of Eloi's hand to his throat makes heat coil in his groin. "You're ridiculous." Ash says between them as he leans up to capture the others mouth in a searing kiss.

Eloi had to control his laugh as Ash came up to him. Even if he hadn't said anything, he just knew that Ash was about to cuss him for being an asshole. His hand tightened around the other's throat, spilling some of the champagne in the other's mouth before he kissed him. The words made him chuckle against his lips, feeling absolutely no shame at all to slip his tongue inside of Ash's mouth and run it along his teeth. His other hand held the back of Ash's head as he did so - making out for a good couple of seconds before he pulled back. Eloi poured some champagne in the other's mouth and grinned as he tapped Ash's cheek, telling him to swallow. He took a sip from the bottle himself and then just held it up in the air, the crowd around them going back to dancing and laughing as he was left on the table chuckling and a little out of breath. "I wonder on how many instagram stories you'll end up." He teased. "Ben's going to hate me for that."

this one seemed to have a little more of a bite to him than others. porter nodded to himself, trying to decide if he liked that or not. "who is the one that's tied up right now? i'd keep that in mind for when you think you're the one in control here." he crossed his arms over his chest, standing directly in front of xavi and the chair that he had tied him to. this was going to be fun. "we're not that type of group. i would assume you knew that already since you want to join so badly." even if they had unconventional methods when it came to hazing. it would all be worth it at the end. he dropped his arms so that his left hand could hold onto the man's chin. then he lifted his head, or at least tried to, so that he could look into his eyes again. "you sure you want to know? it's going to give me the blackmail that i need to assure that you never cross us. not everyone is cut out for us having that much dirt on them."

Xavi narrowed his eyes at his words, not really knowing anything to say in return. As badly as he wanted to bite back, he was the one tied on some chair. He just looked around the room, taking in every detail before his chin was pulled and he was meeting Porter's eyes again. To be honest, he didn't look in to what the group was all about - he just thought it sounded cool and the guys were hot and cool, too. Xavi hoped that would make him cool, too. "Yeah I know." He lied, but the light shade of pink on his cheeks gave away that he had no idea what he was getting himself into. He focused on one of Porter's eyes to another, feeling how his heartbeat started to pick up as he continued to talk. "You think I can't handle it?" Xavi returned with a little frown, giving his wrists another helpless tug. "Anything." He started as he nodded slowly. "Tell me what it is and I'll do it, anything." Xavi said, his lips pressing together for a moment. Okay - maybe he was getting a little nervous now. The other clearly knew how to keep up the tension. But Xavi was sure that it would all be fine in the end, this was just a stupid play and they would have him do some stupid chore or whatever and that would be it. That's what he told himself. "I won't cross any of you, I promise. Please tell me." And Xavi never broke his promises.

the way that he was called an elder and how he would sometimes glance over at his friends made symon think there was something more going on. not that he cared. an attractive man giving him attention? sign him up. even if it did mean that he would try to steal from him later on. "careful now. i hope your elders taught you how people punish thieves." technically you were supposed to cut off their hands, but he had a much more pleasurable way of dealing with them. "you guess?" the man had some spunk to him, he'd give him that much. he leaned back in his seat and motioned for the bartender, trying to grab their attention. "we're going to need a drink if i'm going to start spilling all of my secrets to you. your choice if you order it here or hop on the back of my bike and make yourself one at my place." cards were laid out for the other, now it was his turn to bite.

Corners of his mouth curl up in a sneaky smile, leaning in just lightly as he eyes Symon, almost as if he was inspecting the other´s face. "Maybe I'm a thief who likes to be punished. Wouldn't that be sick?" Tom returned, eyes sparkling with playfulness as the other still remained so calm and cool under his teasing and pestering. He liked that. There weren't much people who actually wow'ed Tom, who could handle his annoying ass. Symon didn't see really impressed. As he sat back, Tom leaned back too and considered his offer for a moment. He followed his gaze to the bartender and nodded slowly, wondering if he wanted to leave this joke here, end it and continue the night with his friends - or take a turn and leave with a stranger. It always was the other way around, though. Tom would find someone easy to take home to. He tapped his fingers to the bar, glancing over to his friends and giving them a slow shrug. The massive smirk on his mouth didn't leave his mouth as he turned his face back to Symon. Unfair. He liked everything fast, cars or bikes he didn't care. "I mean I would be a shit thief if I wouldn't accept that offer." Because it obviously didn't have anything to do with how handsome he found the other. "Get me pressed up against you on some bike, having to hold you tight.." He grinned. "You would very much like that wouldn't you?" Tom couldn't help it. He knew he would enjoy it. Tom got off the bar stool and nodded towards the door. "But at the end of the night, I'm gonna need to know all of you."

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dmitri chuckles softly , doesn't make any attempt to put distances between them. in fact , he takes a step towards her. hands move to her wrists , lightly pinning them against the wall. " because . . . you aren't happy with your vanilla boy toy. we both know that , baby girl . . . you're just too scared to admit it.

A soft and breathy sigh left her lips when Dmitri grabbed her wrists and pinned her against the wall. Georgia tipped her head to the side, staring back into his eyes with the kind of dreamy gaze only he managed to put on her face. "If you know me so well-" She started, her eyes wandering down to his lips for a few seconds. God, she hated the way she fell for that pretty face every single time. "Then what do I need?"