#aceofm0x

Dinner was easy-going, Adam and Karen laughing and exchanging stories from their childhoods. Karen brought up her broken wrist during basketball practice, how surly of a preteen she had been when it happened and how hellacious practices were after as she healed. He'd surprised her with two cupcakes on a plate, a candle lit in one that Karen extinguished with a quick puff of air. Half of each cupcake gone and soon Karen was pulled up and into his arms as the music shifted to something slower. His hand settled comfortably at the small of her back, the other holding hers carefully as he lead her in the dance. Karen was lost in the music, in the warmth of his body and the comfort she felt when their gaze met and a moment of hesitation flashed in his eyes before he kissed her, something soft, sweet, gentle.

it’s   different   this   time.   it   never   really   feels   like   this   ?   jon   meets   people,   they   fuck,   they   move   on.   that’s   the   logical   math   to   it   …   but   it   hasn’t   been   with   tyler.   and   it’s   …   different.   one   night   lead   to   another   and   another   and   another   and   what   was   a   crush   on   a   guy   he   saw   on   youtube   a   few   weeks   ago   was   something   else   now.   what   exactly   …   uh.   huh.   he   couldn’t   have   said   –   doesn’t   know,   isn’t   familiar   with   that   ache   and   the   yearning   that   comes   with   it.   he   doesn’t   do   feelings.   but   …   he   feels   something   for   tyler.   something   that   would   never   leave   his   lips   (   too   scared   of   the   rejection,   too   fearful   of   the   reaction   that   would   certainly   wait   on   the   other   side   of   making   a   move   on   a   pretty   boy   )   …

he   offers   a   smile   from   where   he   leans   against   a   table   with   his   hip.   one hand against the wood, the other [ ... ] raises   the   red   cup   just high   enough   to   sign   a   silent   cheers   across   the   room.   sami   is   talking   to   him,   is   chatting   away   in   a   tipsy   tone   and   mox   listens   with   one   ear   but   the   other   ?   fuck,   it   tries   to   catch   if   ty   had   any   silent   whispers   to   offer   too.   

he   chuckles   –    knows   the   other   isn’t   as   much   of   a   fan   of   his   birthday   as   roman   is.   he   never   asked   about   it   but   …   assumed   it   might   be   because   jon   never   really   got   to   celebrate   his   birthday   when   he   was   younger.   things   are   different   now.   their   life   is   different.   and   roman,   even   if   his   boyfriend   complains,   is   going   to   make   a   big   deal   of   his   birthday   every   years.   ❛   uh-hu.   ❜   as   he   walks   to   the   fridge   to   get   the   tray   of   birthday   muffins.   ❛   maybe   you’ll   change   your   mind   after   breakfast,   huh   ?   ❜   t he   baked   goods   with   the   ‘   happy   birthday   ‘   picks   are   sat   before   him   and   roman   looks   at   him   with   warm   eyes   when   he   reaches   out   to   run   a   hand   over   a   the   stubble   on   his   head,   then   leans   forward   to   leave   a   kiss   there   too.   ❛   i’ll   look   away   so   you   can   stop   pretending   you   hate   this.   ❜

“   but   if   you   must   know   …   “   the   blonde   clears   her   throat   dramatically⸺   hand   lands   on   his   thigh   under   the   table   to   press   nails   into   a   meaty   quad,   half   daring   to   rip   through   denim.   “   since   you   haven’t   found   the   courage   to   shoot   your   shot   with   me   so   far   …   “   still   delusional   but⸺   so   attracted   to   a   man   of   moxley’s   caliber.   tall,   rough,   forward   …   perfect   contrast   to   her.   “   i   thought   i   would   give   you   a   chance   to   do   so   now.   “   where   he   leaned   in   before,   so   does   she.   lips   almost   touching   the   side   of   his   face   as   she   speaks,   her   perfume   surely   crowding   his   space   much   like   …   the   rest   of   her.    ( x ) @aceofm0x

“    what    do    you    think    ?    “    she    speaks    while    climbing    into    his    lap,    straddling    his    thighs    where    he’s    comfortable    on    the    couch.    the    fabric    of    her    satin    robe    has    fallen    at    the    staircase    that    connects    living    room    and    upstairs⸺    now    nothing    more    than    deep    red    lace    contrasts    against    pale    skin.    “    worthy    of    a    sunday    night    ?    “    as    if    they    haven’t    danced    this    dance    a    million    times    before,    as    if    hands    haven’t    rested    on    his    hairy    chest    a    million    times    over.    as    if    she    hasn’t    leaned    in    to    rest    her    forehead    against    his    so    many    times    before    that    she    isn’t    able    to    put    a    number    on    it.    “    i    thought    you    would    like    red.    “    like    blood    on    her    body⸺    the    blood    he    usually    bleeds.    fingertips    dance    up    until    both    hands    find    the    side    of    his    neck,    hips    press    down    against    his    center⸺    testing    the    waters.    “    wanna    turn    off    the    tv    ?    “    

her    skin    touches    his    where    fingertips    meet    his    lower    arm.    travel    up,    slowly,    delicately⸺    takes    her    time    to    give    sharp    eyes    the    time    to    study    the    traces    of    battles    and    wars    that    have    left    their    mark    on    him.    pale    lines    against    lightly    tanned    skin,    so    much    smoother    and    so    much    softer    than    she    had    expected.    “    you    are    so    …    “    but    she    trails    off    when    she    reaches    his    upper    arm    and    slips    under    the    fabric    of    his    t-shirt’s    sleeve⸺     loves    how    her    palm    looks    small    in    comparison    to    his    arm    where    biceps    and    triceps    are    swollen    thick    from    working    them    brutally    for    years.    “    …    such    a    man.    “   

mariah    finishes    finally    and    draws    her    gaze    to    his    face.    perhaps    she    is    pushing    it,    perhaps    she    is    making    a    move⸺    overcome    and    empowered    by    confidence    found    at    the    bottom    of    one    of    two    glasses    of    champagne.    he    probably    never    drinks    champagne    but    it    doesn’t    matter.    it    doesn’t    because    champagne    or    not    ;            moxley    is    hot    and    fuck    her    if    she    didn’t    test    the    waters    and    see    if    this    is    a    mountain    she    could    climb.    “    are    you    sure    your    boys    don’t    mind    i    stole    you    for    a    minute    or    two    ?    “    stole    him    …    in    a    bar    full    of    people    where    they    sit    merely    a    few    meters    away.    “    would    be    a    shame    to    make    a    bad    first    impression    just    because    i    needed    a    closer    look    at    your    battle    scars.    “