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                                                      I. II. II. IV.

                                                       I. II. II. IV.

     eoghan sat on the couch, wearing nothing but a pair of loose boxer briefs and a white top. he spread his legs wide, enough for someone to sit in between them. “you’ve been staring way too long. get in your place, pet.” 

He was and he knew it, yet he still couldnt help himself. He knew he couldn’t say anything without his word that when he finally blesses him with the freedom, Hal jumps into the hearth, like a gazelle leaping straight into the lion’s mouth. “Thank you, Sir,” He moans ad he grinds his ass against his thighs and everything in between.

     “if you’re expecting me to keep my hands to myself, you shouldn’t be wearing that.”

“Do you mean nothing? Cause yes, there’s nothing else under this blanket.”

“Once was a mistake. The second one, I was drunk. A third time? It seems you can’t get enough of me, huh?” Cillian asked, smiling darkly at the other. He put his book down then he gestured to the space on the couch beside him. “You know having any sexual relations with your father is wrong, right?”

Partly true. His father’s just been his best lay so far and he guessed he’s not in the mood to throw it away that easily. Words were forming, ready to argue, when he noticed that smile and he was by his side in an instant. “Funny, Jim said the same thing about me and his dad.”

“Trump’s leading and Mitt Romney’s dropping truth bombs. I think that’s a fairly appropriate conclusion.” He argues, looking through his phone at the blaring headline in bold red letters. Looking up, a smile caught on his lips. “You cooking?”

Nick grinned once more over at the other, leaning up straight. “See? I won again. Now what was the bet, hm?” He knew fine well what it was, but he just wanted the other man to admit it and hopefully follow through.

“Fuck you. Have the worst blow job in the world.” A ball faced lie, so to speak, when Kelley hardly was a guy that refused any cock once shoved down his throat. Sighing, he reluctantly got on his knees, right under the table just as he promised and unzipped the man’s pants for him. Hand delving into the folds of cloth and shadows to pull out Nick’s length and  appreciate it for only a second before resuming his disgust. “Again fuck you but nice dick.”

‘ by believing me when i say i’m here for clary. i promised jocelyn a long time ago i would protect clary if the time came, and if that means killing valentine once and for all, i’m here to help. ‘

“Interesting play, Wolf man. I’d bite. Just be certain, one wrong move that endangers Clary and you’re heart meets my stele.”

“Doesn’t surprise me.” Joseph smirked, shaking his head as he was trying to focus on whatever it was he was doing. “Excuse me?” His brow raised, he wasn’t quite sure what the other was hinting at or really saying but honestly he felt like he was probably safer not knowing at all.

“A joke, Joe. People make that, you know.” He argued with a low chuckle. “I know when I’m beat. You hardly look like a guy that would be interested but ya can’t blame a simple man from dreaming.” With another soft chuckle, he bows his head and finishes with nailing down the rest.

‘ because i want to stop valentine as much as you and your friends do. ‘

“I’ve got as much reason to trust you as I do Valentine. So how do I ensure you don’t betray us?”

No, you’re running, and once you start you don’t stop.

“Asshole? Hm, I like those.” The conman chuckled once more and finally dealt the cards around the table to the other. Nick was very good at hiding the fact if he was cheating, but right now he wasn’t… partially. He might have done a little something to order of the cards though, but it wasn’t something a person would notice unless they knew. 

Steadily, the businessman watched. Blue eyes fixated on every card as it was handed to him but somehow still not catching the shifts the other had made to slip past him. “Fuck you, man! How the hell did you do that?”

Joseph couldn’t help but smirk ever so briefly at that, the guy had a point, Joseph wasn’t exactly pleasant for most to be around. But he was more focused on survival than trying to come across friendly. “You look like the kinda guy that takes two sticks up his ass.” He attempted to play along with the joke, trying to make a friend at least. 

“I’ve taken a few.”  He admitted with a grin and a shrug, still dutily doing what he was and somehow feeling accomplished he pulled out a few out of Josephs. “So, if you need some help pulling out a few of yours,” he turns around, pointing proudly to his chest. “I’m the right guy. Probably just as good as you are with these nails and hammers.”

“Well, I didn’t think it would be this easy.” He murmurs, already breathless as hands curved around the other’s hips.