࣪ ִֶָsick for youִֶָ𓂃🪽་༘࿐

part 1 part 2

credit to fortdanforth & Dead_Dearie on X

He/him/his= the oc/reader? Idk guys.

It's been months since they met. Pope's eyes were always on him on the beach, at the party around the Cody's pool, at Derran's bar…They did exchange some words but they didn't know each other very well. All he knows is that Andrew Cody is obsessed with him in a quiet way.

Tonight was the breaking limit, if Pope refuses to ask him out or make any move toward him, he has to do it himself. It was one of these evenings where everybody was already drunk at the bar , Andrew was sipping on the same beer since he arrived an hour before, his eyes locked on the beautiful man he didn't dare to approach. The young man leaves his seat and walks toward Andrew with a little smile. He takes his hand into his. The difference is crazy. Pope has the hands of a man who does hard work. He looks lost but he obeys, following the object of all his desire into the bathroom. The smell of pee was aggressive and he felt the urge to clean it but he forgot easily when the other one was undoing his pants.

“That’s what you want? Right?”

Andrew nods, eager to finally touch him. His fists are clenching at his sides. He doesn't have the courage to take the first step. The music is still loud but it feels like his heart is beating at the same rythme.

“Kneel.”

His voice was soft, there was no authority in it. Pope obeyed, kneeling as the man in front of him took off his pants and underwear . Is he blushing? How can he be so bold and shy at the same time? He puts his leg on Andrew's shoulder.

The tension was crazy, just like the eye contact. Finally, Andrew whimpers before he starts sucking his lover's tdick. He was good at it, worshiping it like it was the best thing in the world. It's definitely his first time, he can feel it but Pope was giving everything, eating him out like his life depended on it, his hands on the man’s ass.

“Yes, like this…fuck you're so good Andrew. I'm close, ah—”

His hips rock against Pope's face as he has his orgasm in the dirty bathroom. Andrew didn't let him go for a whole minute. In fact, he doesn't want to let go at all. As he struggles to stay standing up, he looks down at him. His eyes get lower and lower until he realizes Andrew came in his pants. He can't suppress the smile on his face. He loves this pathetic man.

“Can we…can we do it again?”

Ask the one on his knees as the other replies

“Next time, buy me dinner first.”

He helps to clean Andrew's mouth and chin before he takes off the vest he had on top of his shirt. He ties it around Pope's hips, kissing his cheeck before he leaves the thief.

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cw: 18+ MDNI, smut below

Childhood bsf!Sammy Bryant who went and became a cop right out of high school and ending up a detective some years later while you ran off to New York in hopes of becoming a model.

Childhood bsf!Sammy Bryant who ended up cutting off communication after marrying Tammy. The woman who accused the two of you of sleeping together behind her back even though you were states away. The night Sammy told you he had to stop being friends with you happened to also be the night you had broken up with your boyfriend. You had only called him for some comfort and support. So naturally with emotions already at peak crash-out level, you had hurled hurtful words to both him and her before you hung up and blocked his number.

Who’s asking?