𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛.

“   you   are   so   insufferable.   i   can   hear   the   look   on   your   face.   ”   myles   groans   dramatically,   his   head   thumping   back   against   the   chair.   he’s   grinning   though.   “   and   goat   simulator   is   a   crime   against   humanity.   that   stupid   game   exists   just   to   mock   me   at   this   point!   ”   hands   flailing   wildly   even   if   riley   can’t   see   it.   “   every   time   we   play   i   swear   you’re   conspiring   with   the   universe   to   embarrass   me   on   stream.   my   chat   literally   cheers   whenever   i   fall   off   something   or   explode.   ”   muttering   under   his   breath   but   there’s   zero   actual   malice   in   it.

"that's rude!" riley responds almost immediately, though his laughter betrays any notion of him being offended. he's not an easily offended bloke, really. "hey, hey, leave goat simulator out of this," he laughs, "it's not the games fault that you're bad at it." then again, was it? he really wasn't sure, if he thought about it - which he wasn't going to.

"i want you to fuck me." he replies, biting on his bottom lip as he does just what jack tells him. he turns around and bends over the counter so he has a clear view of him, all of him, exposed and needy like this, just for him. "i want you so fucking bad."

"good," jack grins as he reluctantly lets go of the other's cock, a smile quickly appearing across his face at the sight of wesley in front of him. "what was that?" he asks, as he squeezes more lube onto the tips of his fingers, this time applying it to wesley's ass. "how badly?"

“yes but we’ll deal with it.” with the severity of the storm, the wind howling outside, it would make little sense for them to dare travelling through it and risking both of their lives. “let’s just hope we’ll find a place.” after another fifteen minutes, they arrive at a motel, the neon sign flickering in the downpour. “we’re here.” he announces, looking over to wait for noah to rise from his nap, the gentle shake of his shoulder rousing him, knowing that he likely didn’t get much rest given the bloodbath that unfolded earlier, the trauma still fresh. “just follow me.” with that, the two walk into the rundown hotel and soon are led to the only room left available by the receptionist, the air thick with the smell of stale cigarettes. “you can take the bed.” seojung offers once they’re inside, throwing the duffel bag onto the couch. “we’ll head back once the storm gets calmer.”

for the first time that night or really for the first time in a very long time, noah felt relaxed. or well, a little more relaxed than he had been. which said a lot, if he thought about it. not that he wanted to think about it. he really didn't want to think about anything right now. and maybe, that was the true gift - he didn't have to think, not for the time being. he could just curl up and sleep. assuming sleep would find him - but based on his current state of exhaustion, it seemed likely. that wasn't even touching on the comfort seojung's presence provided. that was another thing he really didn't want to think about. "okay," he whispered, gently biting down on his lip as he cast a glance at their room. "the bed looks big enough for two-" noah doesn't even realize what he's offered until the words have left his mouth, but he doesn't bother to retract them. instead, he takes a seat on the edge of the mattress, almost immediately sinking into the worn material. "please?"

“   ugh,   don't   make   that   face!   i   can   hear   your   stupid   grin   through   the   mic,   ”   myles   jokes,   rubbing   his   face   dramatically.   his   fingers   tap   against   his   desk   absently.   “   you   absolutely   do   not   get   to   pick.   that   ruins   the   fun!   ”   a   pause,   then   a   mischievous   smirk   creeps   onto   his   lips.   “   but   ...   if   you   manage   to   stay   awake   longer   than   thirty   minutes   without   passing   out   mid-sentence   again...   maybe   i'll   let   you   pick   whatever   dumb   game   we   play   next   stream.   ”   gasps   loudly   as   if   this   is   the   most   scandalous   offer   he's   ever   made.   “   even   that   terrible   game   you   love   so   much   and   i   hate.   ”   mostly   because   he   couldn't   seem   to   win.   the   ultimate   sacrifice.   he’s   practically   martyring   himself   here.

"what stupid grin?" riley can't help but laugh, his tongue gently poking through the gap between his teeth as a wide, shit-eating grin settling across his face. "i think we might have to disagree on that," he adds, only for the purpose of furthering the manufactured conflict. plus, the more they talked the less tired he felt. or maybe he was just deluding himself. either way, he didn't mind being delusional. and god knew he was when it came to myles. "hey now, what did goat simulator ever do to you?"

"trick or treat!" june greeted, holding up a basket filled with fall treats, as well as some takeout. "brought everything from..." she sat the basket and the food down down and looked in it. "some halloween-themed candy, some takeout, and a box of cupcakes that we can make." she looked up at the other, sending them a smile. "allow me to make that frown turn upside down?" she poked her own cheek with a bright smile on her face. "i-i mean, if you were frowning in the first place..."

zoya was so engrossed in her work that she didn't even noticed that june had entered, let alone placed something on her desk until she heard the other speak. "oh june!" she smiles, "track or treet!" she adds, still slightly rattled. "oh i wasn't really frowning, just concentrating."

you said you weren't the jealous type.