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34. “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

“okay but that was funny, though.”

eliott turns nineteen inconspicuously. it’s a party on a rooftop; cheap beer and summer dripping all around him — and the boy next to him — pretty, playful, popular, laughing at a joke eliott doesn’t quite catch, pupils glimmering from the fairy lights strung about. his words are sort of hazy, soft from how the syllables slip out. “what was?” eliott asks, sipping the last of his drink in the red solo cup. “you or the joke?”

eliott turns nineteen inconspicuously. six hours before he turns nineteen-and-one-day, though, is anything but. nineteen is a strange number, average, a number still clad in its juvenile anxiety. neither old, neither young (for him, at least). however this year, today, tonight, nineteen is special because it is, eliott, it’s special, why wouldn’t it be? lucas had his palms over eliott’s eyes in front of an abandoned building, standing on his toes, giggly, and eliott would follow him to the ends of the earth. “i’m always funny, eliott,” lucas is playing with his fingers. “i can’t believe i’ve got a boyfriend who doesn’t think i am, i’m offended.”

“i could object,” eliott grins, then puts his middle finger up at the boys who are gagging into their respective drinks, the empty cup now on the table beside them. “i think you’re hotter.”

it will never not to be enthralling to watch the way lucas bites on his lip, hiding his face behind his third beer, suddenly rendered mute. “you’re ridiculous,” and eliott knows he doesn’t mean it because the blush is a flush of pleasure, really, and eliott will never be unwilling to make him pleased. lucas’ stare is ebullient, head tilted back. “you’re ridiculous,” he repeats. eliott kisses him, anyway.

daytime in summer is lengthy, but it deepens into indigo as lucas is on his fourth beer. it’s nearly eleven. eliott is just on his second. happy birthday is thrown around, bright yellow party hat on his head, a matching one on lucas’, too. he’s happy, he is, and as he looks around the feeling is bone-deep and all-consuming it almost hurts to breathe. gifts that were poorly wrapped are handed over to him. manon leaves lipstick on his cheek. lucas declares that he needs to, too. candles are blown out and cake is eaten and it’s nearly one by the time lucas slides an arm around his waist, feet stumbling together as they go down the stairs, walking out onto the streets.

the alcohol makes lucas clingier, and the touches are distracting as they make their way back to eliott’s apartment, gentle and demanding all at once. blunt fingernails press into the soft skin of his palm, experimental somehow. the walk home feels too long. “i want to hold your hand,” lucas orders under mercury vapor, voice childish. eliott huffs a laugh. “i’m serious, eliott.”

“you already are,” the beat to his heart is messy, fond, complicated. you always are. “come on, we’re almost there.” fingers curl around his, and his breath is warm and shallow on his neck, apartment building quiet as the grave as they walk up, and he can feel how awestruck lucas is looking at him. it makes him feel things he’s never felt before again. things he never wants to stop feeling.

eliott heads to the bathroom first thing when he unlocks the door. lucas stumbles in before him, flopping on the couch, smiling up at the ceiling. it doesn’t take long before he gets out, all the lights are turned off. lucas is holding a cake. two candles. flames throwing shadows over his contours.

“happy birthday, eliott,” he whispers. “i mean it’s not your birthday anymore — but. still. happy birthday.”

the silence feels like forever. eliott takes weak steps toward him, until he stands in front of what’s probably a chocolate cake, messily decorated with an icing pen (happy birthday eliott! nineteen, hearts filled in), candlelight making lucas’ irises an uncanny kind of blue. “lucas,” he starts, bewildered. “god, i’m —" everything he wants to say is half-formed, dying in his mouth.

“make a wish and blow it out?”

he does, and nighttime consumes them the moment ‘nine’ is blown out. in the darkness eliott reaches for his hand. the cake is placed on the kitchen table and he stands by him, tenderly watching lucas eat. “good?”

a sheepish smile adorns his face, tongue darting out to lick the stray icing around his mouth. “here—,” lucas holds out a piece of cake between his fingers, sugary and sweet, and it overwhelms. the air turns stuffy, clothes stifling, prickly, maybe not just from the summer heat.

“later,” eliott barely gets out, shifting on his weight.

“but it tastes really good,” he gets closer, eliott doesn’t breathe. there’s something daring in lucas’ smile, something wolfish, reckless. “i bought it for you, eliott. it’s your favorite flavor.”

“i will, later—" eliott can smell the chocolate, but he stops when lucas says a soft ah, feeling himself growing warmer by the second as the piece of cake is placed into his mouth, sugary, sweet, saccharine, like the hold lucas has over him. eliott chews on it mildly, watching him lick the leftover icing on his fingers, not really tasting. “lucas, you’re — jesus.”

“i’m not, but thanks.”

awareness taints his words even though the sentence is innocent. in most cases eliott would follow up with something witty to say, flick on his shoulder or his nose, but all vocabulary is lost. the air is cloyingly smothering. it’s way deep into the night. “you should stop doing that,” he murmurs, not sure on how to go about doing this. “i’m going to get some water.”

the mugs are slightly chipped and the kettle whistles as water is boiled, poured, lucas standing over the half-eaten cake with chocolate all around his mouth, eyes following his movements intently. it almost makes him feel like he’s choking. still, he hands a cup over to lucas, drinking his until there’s nothing left inside. his teeth are cleaned of icing after it’s finished. eliott puts clingwrap over the cake. it’s two-thirty by then. lucas is still looking at him. “let’s go to bed?” eliott suggests, holding out his arm. “it’s late.”

“not yet.”

“why?”

“because,” lucas shrugs sort of vaguely. “you didn’t have your cake yet.”

he scoffs, a breathy chuckle escaping. “what?” lucas just stares. the faint redolence of cake still remains on his tongue although the portion was small, too incapable of handling him lick icing off his fingers. cake is good — cake is wonderful, just not wonderful enough when eliott has lucas in its presence.

“what kind of birthday boy doesn’t eat his own cake on his birthday?”

“okay, fine,” eliott finally says. “— one slice. a small one.”

a sliver of the dessert is sliced with a butterknife, lucas has it in his fingers again. he offers it to him bit by bit. he’s tipsy. chocolate has never been more tasteless. eliott eats off of them, used to how touchy lucas gets, used enough he doesn’t think too much on it because he is too, but tonight air is heavy. down to the very last bite eliott lets his mouth linger for some reason, and the doe eyes that look at him wide and big and wanting makes heat run through his body, hands moving slow at the sides of his waist. “eliott demaury—” he breathes. right before he moves back, eliott kisses his palm.

they untangle and eliott swallows. he’s furiously pretty, and all of a sudden he loses the ability to pronounce things correctly. “if you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

“then i’ll keep looking at you like this.”

there’s longing in the air they share even as they’re together, bodies yearning. the bed is big, but not big enough — almost no space between them, and that’s good, eliott thinks. except sleepiness starts seeping in and lucas just cuddles him, pressing soft kisses on the crook of his neck, a little needy, mattress complaining the slightest. he touches him all over, caressing the skin below his ear, all of it mindless now, without consideration. still, lucas seems to flush under it, coiling. the feeling is reciprocated, his own body burning avidly when lucas is too eager and too impatient. everything he does causes him to react in strange ways eliott never did before.

“you’re old now.” eliott laughs, filling the vacancies night often leaves. the room is lit enough that he sees lucas smiling, eyelashes long over his cheeks, shadowy.

“and you’re still young.”

a brief silence follows, until lucas’ words come out small into the darkness: “and you don’t mind?” eliott grimaces, shaking his head vehemently. he’s never given much thought to it before.

“no, never,” the mattress shifts as eliott moves closer to him, as if he was never close before. “— i love you.”

“oh.”

“oh,” eliott echoes. “now go to sleep.” lucas’ eyelashes are soft, closing his eyelids, and he stares into their darkness, but lucas is touchy, clingy, needy. the kiss is quick though insistent. he pulls back, and his smile is endearing, and eliott drags him back in to kiss him again, grip soft on his arm, messy, sloppy, a bit of teeth, neither of them awake enough to care, and there aren’t many things he wants to do on his birthday (or birthday carried on by three hours) but this, or that, or nothing at all. eliott is breathing crookedly when they separate. coughing to recover.

“you taste like cake—” the words come through ragged breaths after a while.

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It’s time for some recs! Here are some fics I’ve enjoyed that were published or completed so far this month:

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David’s Investor by therapychicken (rated G) David’s going to bed after a long day of prepping the store and decides to tell Alexis about Patrick coming in as an investor. He doesn’t know why he finds this information so important, but it is.

isn’t that the cutest thing… by startswithhope (rated T) Alexis witnesses a sweet moment between David and Patrick and has a few revelations. Set at the end of “Asbestos Fest”.

Little Button by stargatewars (rated T) David and Marcy bond over pictures of Patrick throughout his life.

Something Strange Takes Over Me by EscapingReality51 (rated T) David goes over to Patrick’s to spend the night for the first time 

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follow your heartbeat to freedom by withkissesfour (rated G) He’s always prided himself on making decisions, making them well, making them wisely, but it’s rare that they’re not clouded, directed, guided by the overwhelming need to be liked, an eagerness to please, a desire to be nice, to always be as nice as he can be; and he can’t figure out whether he’s made the right choice once he’s made it. Patrick makes choices, in four parts.

getting down to business by etben (rated E) They’ve been dating for almost a month, and Patrick still hasn’t even seen David naked, much less had anything approaching sex. It’s completely unacceptable. He had more game than this in high school, which is pretty sad, all things considered. Three and a half weeks of his hands and his imagination is more than enough, thanks. OR: David and Patrick have some alone time. Patrick has some ideas.

steel and oak by helvetica_upstart (rated E) “Would you have picked me up in a bar, if I’d been there back when you were looking for randoms?” Patrick asks, pupils blown wide. “I’ve never done that before, I don’t even know what it would be like, but. I can imagine. I’d want it.” or, David has some idle talents; Patrick has some fantasies that would put them to use. 

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All These Minutes Passing by helvetica_upstart *Stevie/Alexis* (rated E) Alexis runs a fingertip from Stevie’s collarbone down her chest until it brushes under the lace edge of the costume slip’s bodice. “You’re sweaty, Ms. Bowles.”Stevie isn’t that sweaty, but she’s not about to derail this game. She says, “You know how I am with dancing.”“Sweat’s bad for silk. You should take it off.”

Looking For You Everywhere by houdini74 (rated T) The rom-com AU that David would definitely make Patrick watch. Or David and Patrick meet for the first time in a bar and then on a train and then in a park before being separated by circumstances.

Strange Brew by codswallop (rated E) “We’ve got to call that vendor,” Patrick said. “Did you keep her card? You didn’t throw it away, did you?” “Um,” David said, running his hands down his chest now, his arms, oh god Patrick’s arms. “I don’t…I think so? Hang on, though, could we just…explore this, for a few minutes, maybe, because it’s actually kind of—” “David.” Patrick came over and gripped him by the shoulders, looking very serious, and David was in awe; that was hot, that was very hot, that I-mean-business-NOW look on his own face. He’d have to try it, practice it in a mirror, once he got it back.

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i’m alright with a slow burn by goingmywaydoll (rated T) “You totally favor Patrick.” “I do not.” “Oh my god, David, yes, you do! You think I didn’t notice how you always take the leftovers of his bakes instead of anyone else’s?” “He’s a good baker!” David hates that his voice hitches. “‘He’s a good baker’?” Alexis repeats. “You can just say that you’re friends, the world won’t explode if you make a friend other than Stevie.”

like the holding of hands, like the breaking of glass by wardo_wedidit (rated M) Five weddings David and Patrick don’t have, and one they do.

shades of blue. by falconeggs (rated M) Actor and Music Superstar, Patrick Brewer, releases his highly anticipated new album, Shades of Blue. (Alexis Rose teases that it’s a visual album.)

Through Time by houdini74 (rated T) All that mattered was finding out when he was and figuring out how he could get back to David. Or Everything is the same except Patrick can travel through time.

You Could Be The One by bigficenergy (rated M) David has big feelings about Patrick, and he’s listening to a lot of Carly Rae Jepsen about it.

i know there has been a lot of masterposts out there for original skam but a lot of them are now outdated with dead links; here is an up to date one. 

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Martino woke to his face pressed against Niccolò’s shoulder blades, one arm around his waist. Groggy from sleep, it took Martino a moment to understand why he was up at an such early hour, the room dark around them. It was Niccolò, moving around, trying to extricate himself from Martino’s hold to slip out of the bed. In response, Martino tightened his grip, pulled him back.

“Don’t go,” he moved his head just enough to be heard and then burrowed back against Niccolò’s sleep warm skin, dragged his nose up the column of his spine and placed a lingering kiss on his skin.

“Marti, I wanted to make you breakfast,” Niccolò covered his hand with his and Martino was quick to turn it around, palm to palm, and entwine their fingers, effectively stopping his efforts.

“Breakfast can wait,” Martino muttered against Niccolò’s skin, punctuating the statement with a kiss and then another, and another.

And then closed his eyes on a sigh. He had a vague train of thought flitting through his mind of trickling more kisses along Niccolò’s skin - on his shoulder, along the column of his neck and on that sensitive spot behind his ear - and turning Niccolò to face him, slotting their lips together and kissing him, and kissing and kissing and turning it into something more. But he was warm and comfortable, lying in the arms of the boy he loved, and there was no rush, the whole day still ahead of them.

Niccolò’s chuckle brought him back from the edge of sleep, from his thoughts. “I see how it is. You just want to use me as a pillow.”

“You’re comfortable, Ni, and I love you. Go back to sleep.” He left another kiss on Niccolò’s skin just because he could and just because his heart constantly felt so full of love for this wonderful boy he couldn’t possibly contain it all.

Niccolò squeezed his hand and when eventually he spoke, there was a hitch in his voice. “I love you, too.”

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Sapphic/Lesbian 2018 films here.

Alex Strangelove - (dir. Craig Johnson) this Netflix original comedy film follows Alex Truelove, a highschool senior who’s girlfriend is ready to start having sex. He’s not so sure. After meeting a charming gay kid at a party, he begins to question his sexuality. Released April 14th.

Ben is Back - (dir. Peter Hedges) Drama following Ben Burns, an estranged son and drug addict who unexpectedly returns home on Christmas Eve. The film focuses on his relationship with his mother and her concerns about his addiction, but an interview said there’s some gay too! Initial release Dec. 7

Boy Erased - (dir. Joel Edgerton) coming of age drama focusing on Jared, the gay son of a small town Baptist Pastor. After getting outed to his parents, he’s given a choice: conbersion therapy or exile. Set to be released Nov. 2nd

Gewoon Vrienden/Just Friends - (dir. Ellen Smit) Dutch language rom-com following Yad, a caregiver of Syrian descent and Joris, the grandson of the elderly woman he looks after. The two men strike up a fast friendship that then turns physical. Initial release in March.

Ideal Home - (dir. Andrew Fleming) Comedy-Drama following Paul and Erasmus, an extravagant gay couple. When Erasmus’s grandson, Bill, shows up at their dinner party with nowhere else to go, the couple decides to take him in. Things take a turn for the worse when Bill’s father is released from prison and tries to take back his son. Released June 29th.

Love, Simon - (dir. Greg Berlanti) Rom-Com based off Becky Albertalli’s novel “Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda.” Simon is a closeted gay 17 year old who’s fallen for a mysterious anonymous classmate he’s been speaking to online. Released March 22.

Mario - (dir. Marcel Gisler) Swiss German language sport drama about two young football players caught between the politics of the game they love and their feelings for each other. Switzerland release Feb 22nd.

Plaire, aimer et courir vite/Sorry Angel - (dir. Christophe Honoré) French drama film following Arthur, a student from Brittany and his love affair with Jacques, an older writer residing in Paris. Released May 10th.

Saturday Church - (dir. Damon Cardasis) Musical Fantasy Drama film focusing on the lives of gay & transgender youth. Fourteen year old Ulysses lives with his mother and his abusive homophobic Aunt. One night he ventures into the city and meets a vibrant group of LGBT individuals. While out with them he begins to develop an interest in drag and forms a relationship with Raymond. Released in the US on Jan 12th.

The Happy Prince - (dir. Rupert Everett) Biographical Historical Drama about the last days of Oscar Wilde during his time of illness and exile. It touches on his relationship with his friend and lover Lord Alfred “Bosie” Douglas. It took a decade for Rupert to get this film made and in the end he had to do it hinself, so treasure it. UK release June 15th.

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