I thought love was a kind of emptiness

From nowhere she’d find her way into his space, perched on his counter, reading on his bed, with no evidence of how she got in or out again. Saffron arrived by the door as she watched him, wearing what looked like her equivalent of workout wear. An old knit crop-top, and a pair of pyjama shorts. And knee high socks with black ribbons on them. 

        Peter’s movements against Nick’s underwear became more eager. His kisses tasted like years of suppression and made Peter think that this was way too easy. The uttered words reached his ears just when his hand finally made i’s way past Nick’s waistband, the first touch sending a warm tingling down his spine and straight to his pants. There was no guarantee that hooking up with Nick would result in a satisfying experience - his first kiss was only a few minutes ago and Peter doubted that the other knew what to do and how to do it right. It would mean that Peter would do the whole work. Not a great prospect but still better than nothing at all. At least the neediness that kept Peter in place in the way Nick held on to him delivered enough encouragement for Peter to bite down on Nick’s lip and give him a few strokes to test the waters. 

The reciprocation, the touches, the sharp bite, it all had Nick hard and panting against Peter’s mouth, gasping between hungry kisses. He seemed lead by instinct, lead by his own need. He wanted to see more of Peter, touch more, understand more. He pulled at Peter’s clothing, mewling softly.

Richard let out a silent gasp when he noticed the state of a familiar face he hadn’t seen in months. “You have no idea, love.– Right then, up ya’ go,” huffed the Scotsman before bending down gingerly wrapping her arm round his shoulders and hoisting her up and out of the bins. “Y’know next time ya’ wanna come over you can always just use the front door. It’ll be probably be a lot easier, not to mention sanitary.” 

Step by step, Richard continued to lead Saffy up into his flat, limping along with her so that she wouldn’t topple over. “Now, are ya’ gonna tell me what happened or am I gonna have to guess.”

She felt lighter and dizzier than a bird with hollow bones, leaning into him gratefully. “C-can I tell you when I don’t feel so....so bad?” Her normal sharpness was softened a little, which was probably a sign in and of itself. She was spikey before anything else. She was scared.

 He’s definitely loved it when Nick was calling him that. That was one thing that he didn’t want to feel like an old man; but the nickname his boyfriend was using on him turned him on. Tim has reached lower to stroked the other’s torso and has pressed some kisses onto his upper arm. “Yeah, and I will do more than just your sunscreen.” He’s smirked at the other then has pushed himself up on the bed because he was pretty sure they wouldn’t go anywhere if he’d remain there, especially with the other’s moaning and stretching. “Come on let’s pack some stuff then and hit the road. If we leave now we’ll be there by noon.” Tim wondered how would his family react on his way younger boyfriend, but he was an adult now and past that point that such things would matter to him, and anyways he’s meant to spend most of the time down at the beach and not in his parents’ house. 

Nick was a little too soft and a little too stoned to care much right now who they might encounter. But it would matter later. He’d care later. One of Nick’s problems was his awful need to be liked. 

 “God I love it about you, how vulgar you get.” He’s snorted and indeed meant it because it got so boring at the court and around his colleagues that everyone acted so official and posh, that it was truly refreshing to talk to Nick. Tim has kissed his boyfriend back and gently played with his curly dark locks. “But yeah, you can, and we’ll do whatever else you wanna do, so can we go then?”  

Nick leaned into the affectionate hand near his head, like a lazy cat, and almost purred at the sensation. When he opened his sleepy green eyes, they were full of sunshine. “Fuck yeah. Beach trip with my hot sugar daddy boyfriend!” 

Sofia had been avoiding her friend for weeks now. Trying to keep to herself and working non stop, because she didn’t want to reveal her secret. 

She could hear his voice behind her as his car pulled up by her side. 

“It’ll hurt your feelings?” She asked with a raised eyebrow, a small sigh escaping her lips. “Well that’s called emotional blackmail.”

“I know what it’s called. I’m wondering more if you’re familiar with the term ‘relationship neglect’ and ‘self-isolation’?” He murmured in reply, face still twisted with worry. 

“what you really don’t think i can take him?” he chuckled sipping from his coffee once more. he admired his lover’s face and reached out to stroke her cheek. “there’s a reason why you always end in my bed saff.”

Her jaw tightened with frustration, as she sank back down to sit beside him. She let him touch, couldn’t help but crave it. Although her eyes stayed on the floor. Maybe so he wouldn’t see her tears forming. 

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                                           jackson knows he should change it up sometime, switch things around. but he’s a creature of habit that’s hard to break. he knows he’ll always crave the upper hand, the rush that comes with pinning wrists and owning control. but tonight, there’s a small part of him that wants to feel an ounce of pain. 

                  he reaches down, curling fingers in her hair, and yanks her up. “nobody else does.” he mumbles quietly, closing the gap between them in a hungry kiss, eager for touch. jackson steals a moment to feel her sides, running his fingertips up and down up and down. “can you do something for me?”

The kiss, the rough touches had her moaning like a kitten, pressing her body into his, loving his finger tips over every rib. Saffron nipped his lip as she pulled from the kiss, savouring how he tasted, always with the slightest tang of metal.