y i k e s

as someone who lives most of their time in their own head, jace found being alone to be a breeze. it’s preferred more often than not. a loner by self-identification, jace spent most of his free time by himself, doing whatever he wanted. and what he wanted more often than not was to spend his time and money online. so he did. money had never been a concern of his, how could it be when one of his fathers is a famous author? money had always solved all of his problems… but it also resulted in him being the patron for one charming and attractive camboy. he hadn’t planned on it, but everything fell into place one night when he was horny and searching for release on the internet. he found the release in the form of leo. he started by donating to his account just a little. he might as well thank the guy he got off to. as habits often do, it grew from intermittent to routine. and then the unthinkable happened on a certain cruise ship. it happened a couple of times. and then the cruise docked, they both departed, and the real world came back into focus. 

time tended to blur for him when jace got back into his normal routine. from work to home to online. he kept watching and paying leo and never dared bring up the cruise. he had a fondness for the guy and didn’t dare mess with his routine. he didn’t often stray from it. except, of course, if his dads ask. he adored his parents, and so when they tell him they’re having a family dinner with one of his dad’s old best friends, of course he agreed to go. he could handle small talk for a few hours. or, he thought he could. until the friends arrived with their son. until leo was standing in the dining room. until their eyes locked and jace thought his heart might beat out of his chest. it never occurred to him that his dad’s best friends’ son was named leo… and that it might be his leo. seated directly across from him, jace couldn’t exactly ignore him after the obvious eye contact even if he wanted to. “hi.” he finally said very carefully, nodding his head in a polite gesture. “i’m jace. it’s a.. pleasure to meet you.” 

@litttleleto​

“a pleasure to meet you” his ass. leo had never been good at hiding his emotions, and his expression undoubtedly reflected that. shock, annoyance, everything in between. he had the skill of conveying how  felt seeing jace again with one single twist of the brow and pout of the lips mastered to a science. needless to say, he wasn’t impressed. even less was he happy his parents dragged him into the situation to begin with.

who’s to say he couldn’t have a little f u n with things, hm?

enthusiastic. blue turned the word over and over in his head; mocking it. it was too open for his comfort, but a feeling he chased all the same. and kade’s demeanor seemed to match it genuinely, which was hard not to find it endearing. nodding, blue clenched their fingers tighter together. he tried hard not to think about how those hands might leave the man’s head scent lingering all over his furniture later in the process. 

“ i don’t know. you made me wait, maybe i should have you stand out here a while. ” the words were an empty threat; his body moving from the doorway even as blue spoke them. pulling kade with him into his spacious but depressingly minimalistic front room. some days, he felt as if his home was a reflection of how bad of an omega he must be. blue knew there were some who were the type to go all out – home an important tether where all things hormonal and inconvenient were concerned. but since his father’s disappearance, it had gotten harder and harder to put roots down anywhere. it wasn’t a home – no. for now it was just a house. and maybe in a month, he’d find a different house. drag kade there too with the same amount of unspoken shame at the hyper-modern and emotionless decor. 

“ how was your day ? ” blue hated the small talk, but he knew something worth picking at in his –  friend’s, lover’s, human’s  ( ? ) answer would come along soon.

@litttleleto​:

when people say “out of sight, out of mind,” that’s usually exactly how things work. they happen, you move on with your life, and your routine goes back to normal. this, among other things, is exactly what leo expected would come from his separation from a certain author’s son. they hung out, things happened, and they moved on with their lives. he thought that everything would just be n o r m a l again. and it was... but only at first.

he settled back into life in his hometown, reacquainted himself with friends, and found comfort in the nuances of his parents. hell, even his brother provided some familiarity before he disappeared to go do whatever it was he did. when his parents invited him to dinner with another set of family friends, there wasn’t much that he expected. good food? yes. embarrassing stories about his childhood? probably. but never in a thousand years did he think he’d face to face with...h i m.

no sooner had he looked up from his spot at the table did he notice t h e jace park-chang making his way with his parents towards the dining room. jace with his pretty smile, ethereal features, and many, many secrets behind dark eyes; they were secrets leo knew quite well seeing as he was the object of most of them. it was the same jace that watched his shows, the same jace whose parents just so happened to be best friends with his own. and making direct eye contact with that man? knowing that he had to sit through an entire night acting like this was the first time they’d met? leo felt sick.

it wasn’t as if blue didn’t  T R U S T  kade. quite the contrary, he was probably the man the omega trusted most in the world. a lifetime of history between them had prepared him for all of the alpha’s nuances and quirk before they’d even become entangled. still, now that they had, things felt different. it was something about knowing he’d shared every intimacy he could with a person that turned things on their head; made his insides turn and twist in unpleasantly giddy ways at the thought of getting the other alone again. 

it wasn’t a date. or at least, they weren’t  C A L L I N G  it that. and he knew better than to assume that sharing a heat meant their connection was romantic – but god. he could have sworn the other was asking for it. not in words, but in gestures and time spent hovered together. it had drawn him to a startling revelation at 4am the night prior; waking in a sweat from the kind of nightmares he thought he’d chased at nineteen, yearing for the other’s soft words and embrace. it was there, wrapped in sheets that could hardly compare to an alpha’s warmth, that blue realized he  W A N T E D  a romance of sorts. how disgusting. 

and so the morning had risen rose-hued and anxious; butterflies in his stomach for every second between the moment and their meeting. none of it enough to win over his nature, though. “ you’re late. ” the words were sharp, but only playfully so. he hadn’t really been keeping time as he waited for kade to arrive on his doorstep. it was simply more fun to make him sweat.

@littleteto​

It wasn’t like kade expected to grow fond of him, it just sort of… happened. he’d helped blue through his most recent week of suffrage and from that moment on? something had changed between them. their dynamic felt different, and not in a bad way. no, he wasn’t complaining. blue lang had worked his way into kade’s subconscious-- into his dreams. and now, on days like this, into his schedule.

he rolled his eyes as he made his way up the familiar sidewalk and shook his head with a grin.  “ I’m here though, aren’t I? ” why he was there, he couldn’t tell you. he never was very good at interpreting blue’s texts, let alone the motives (or lack thereof) behind his invitations. “ I’m alive, awake, alert, enthusiastic.”