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“”i fucking loved you too” there is a slight whimper as he glances down, fiddling with the sleeve of his jumper as he finally walks in and pushes the door closed and dear lord teddy isn’t being manipulative for once, the light catching the glistening tears starting to silenelty fall. “what if you didn’t love me, what if the closet thing kept it like safe for you to have a bit of fun and no one find out and i showed up and you just turned me away” he’s whimpering, because there underlying insecurity that driven his actions. “do you think i wanted to be in some shitty cold new york motel? i couldn’t even sleep without wearing your shirt and when it stopped smelling like you i couldn’t stop crying for two days because i needed you!”

“how am I the one being a prick?” there’s a twinge in his heart, like it can tell it’s almost home. a few steps forward and years of pent up aggression can fade away as he yet again finds solace in his arms. “the carnage?” he questions in disbelief, he can’t believe him right now. SURE the entire thing had been orchestrated by teddy but that was behind the scenes knowledge. the known facts were he had an abusive homophobic mother, he expect worry, hurt, not ANGER. “you were outed TWO days before the marriage bill passed, you’re practically the face of it. congratulations, your pr team did wonders of spinning it on my mother- you being closeted because fearing for your job on her staff if it came out? so YOU’RE allowed to be scared but the son she abused isn’t. im not fucking muscle and tough skin like you, i’m fucking skin and bone and i was scared for my life, i was too scared! would you have left with me toni, that morning? packed a bag and got on a plane to new york and never looked back? would you have been there when I needed you, would you haved saved me from her because- last i checked, i asked you to come out, i wanted to move in with you and get away from her and you always promised just a bit longer. would the answer still been just a bit longer if i lay in a hospital bed beaten up?” 

he looks at anthony in disbelief. “you’re going to risk my job just because you havent got a rent boy to suck your dick now? - what, no one good enough to satisfy you since i left?” he knows he’s being cruel as he steps towards him, fist balled up at his side as he does. “you know what, considering i didn’t just lose my mother. i’m never going to see my baby sister grow up because of this, but im you’re so amused that my mother managed to hate me even more than she use to. i’m also super fucking glad my boyfriend never checked up on me to make sure i hadn’t been killed and buried by her. thanks for that”

“anthony” he repeats in disbelief, one eyebrow raised. “my mother called you that.” he reminds a bitter undertone to his voice. the judgemental tone of “fine! i’m theodore and whether you send me away or not the money will still be removed from your account, feel free to call the service if you have any problems.” he’s using an overly sweet voice as he steps back. “I’ll be on my way, out of your hair, anthony.”

he’s leaning on the wall, waiting. the perfect mix of cool and collected and sexy. when the door opens he’s stepping forward, eyes dragging over the man’s physique. toned midsection visible through his shirt, broad shoulders, large biceps- if appearance is anything to go on, he’s in for a treet. that’s until his eyes land on th man’s face, and his breath catches in his throat. “toni” his voice cracks, disbelief shining through as he steps closer once more. “w-what are ou doing her?”

he’s discreet as ever, walking in with a confidence that can not be faked and checking his phone for the room number the client had sent him as he slipped into the elevator as he pressed the button for the top floor, humming lightly at the knowledge the man was in the presidential suite, the richer ones were willing to pay well. he busies himself in the elevator, a fresh layer of lipgloss on, a slight rose gold metallic sheen to the colour, a few fresh swipes of highlight and a one minute touch up of the smoked out lower lash line he was wearing before the elevator doors dinged open, he waits a moment; appreciating his own appearance.he’s in a plain white shirt paired with a blazer, it’s nothing much but he still looks as good as usual. he hums in satisfaction, ruffling his hair to ensure the slight glittery flecks clinging to the strands are evenly distributed before he finally steps out and knocks on the door.

“oh fuck off, i dont want to come with you now anyway. you’re being unreasonable.” he decides, flipping off the man and beginning to walk away.

he bites his lip at the response, hoping that would be the end of the conversation. the longer he was in the gorgeous man’s presence the more likely he was to fuck it up and say something stupid. the football captain can’t be seen stuttering and blushing because of a boy, the sherrif’s son can’t be seen becoming acquainted with someone who looked like that. he ponders the question for a moment, has to think over an answer because ‘ i stare at you a lot because you’re beautiful’ feels like a response that will achieve him nothing more than a punch in the face. “n-no. i wasn’t staring? i was just, checking- about the notes, that’s all i needed....” he’s a bad liar. you’d think years in the closet would have taught him something about not being so obvious

“come here anyway- guess we have to practise having good body language together or some shit, the media is going t cover all the wedding plans so, we might as well start acting like we love each other now.” he doesn’t sound happy about it, as he throws his arm around the boy. “just like, pretend im a girl?” he instructs, as if the boy needed pointers on this topic.

the second his gaze is locked on her naked physique walking away from him, he’s groaning, collecting up their discarded clothes and following her up to his room. the clothes are launched onto the floor. “does this mean-” he steps behind her, pressing their bodies together as he begins to suck yet another mark into the side of her neck. “you’re going to stop pretending there is nothing here?”

she doesn’t respond, not verbally anyway. but mentally she’s replaying the nights events, the choked gasps of pleasure, the intoxicating sensation of his hand on her bare skin, their bodies covered in a light sheen of sweat as they moved in unison. she raises her hand to one of the dark bruises she’s left on his neck, gently running her stiletto nails over it. “who’s her because i will warn her off-” she begins before smiling overly sweet at him, “but my thoughts are always innocent.”

“You could bench me, or, you can hold me against that wall over their and fuck me, whichever is the better work out” he responds shamelessly, the games have come to an end now, he knows where he stands. “oh are you out?” he questions with a smirk “all your homophobic friends upstairs, i’ve heard the word ‘fag’ twelve times since i walked in.” he bites down ever so softly on the man’s neck, careful not to leave a mark. 

“oh really - and what shouldn’t we do right now?” he teases lightly, hand slowly sliding down the other’s arm until he’s entwining their fingers. “come on, we’ll go back to my apartment, it’s just off campus?” he offers with a smile, enjoying the boy’s flustered thoughts far too much.

“you wont be saying that once you get to know me-” he mumbles, stirring his coffee with a heavy sigh. he was use t being left, man after man using him until their soulmate arrived on the scene.

he grins brightly at the praise, stepping away from his current task to wrap his arms around bael’s waist, nuzzling into his neck. “you’re good too, nice.” he says yet again as he sighs heavily at the silence on the next topic. “do you want to stay?”

maddox frowns at the reaction, following after ant obediently. “hey! you’re the one forcing me to come over, don’t be moody with me!” he pouts, waiting till they are out of view before pushing the man against his car “what’s your problem now?”

“i worked plenty hard enough” she protests against his lips although she’s relaxing into the kiss, her arms circling his waist as she does. “you have some control, we both know that.” she counters with a giggle before frowning slightly. “what do you mean like that, who else had bad thoughts about you?”