#alright

SUGGESTIVE DIALOGUE + ACTION ; @ultmanias

                𝗮  𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗼𝘂𝘀  𝗴𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗹𝗲  𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁  𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗮'𝘀  𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀  ,  hand  sliding  into  guy's  pants  whilst  he  bit  the  blond's  earlobe  ever  so  gently  amid  the  empty  hallway  that  he  was  supposed  to  be  cleaning.  they  should  have  learned  their  lesson  /  should  have  learned  that  fooling  around  in  the  fabre  manor  came  with  consequences  (  &  interruptions  like  what  happened  during  their  previous  attempt.  )

however  ,  it  seemed  that  they  simply  couldn't  keep  their  hands  off  of  each  other  now.  the  spark  had  been  lit  &  it  had  long  caught  fire  ,  temperature  rising  with  each  passing  day  /  each  passing  hour  /  each  passing  minute.  ❝  mmm  ,  am  i  ?  but  it  seems  like  you  like  me  being  dangerous  since  you're  not  doing  anything  to  stop  me  .  .  .  ❞

Tamino doesn’t step back. In fact, he leans in more. Close enough that you can feel his breath ghost against your cheek.

His eyes flick down to your lips then back up. “Not that you mind…?” he repeats, almost amused.

why he's naked

(Parental G/T FLUUUUFFFF!!! If you've been reading ALL the Writing Wednesdays, you should know by now that Jackson has a thing for rocks, not just meatsticks. Well, TODAY I AM GOING TO ELABORATE ON THAT x10. Meatsticks, take a back seat for today)

Jackson scrambled up the boulders, trying to find his footing. He craved the challenge- Lorelai would carefully rearrange the tower each time, so it always kept things interesting. To her, two or three boulders were like oversized building blocks.

But to Jackson?

The ultimate climb of the century. 

The boy growled as he wedged his hand into a gap. Many have fallen, their climbs ending in terrible defeat. Only those with a grip of steel, swift feet, and the wisdom of a thousand mountain goats have reached the top. He looked up, noticing how close he was to finishing. A bead of sweat rolled down his face, but Jackson began to grin.

Mom will tell the story of my climb over the campfire tonight- ahem- MY PERILOUS TALE WILL BE TOLD THROUGHOUT GENERATIONS, INSPIRING THE WEAKLINGS TO FOLLOW MY PATH- “Almost there, baby.” Lorelai smiled, nudging him up with a finger.

Jackson grunted, trying to push it away. “No, Mama! I gotta do it myself!” Lorelai went silent for a moment, then pulled back her fingertip. “Alright, tough guy.” She chuckled. Jackson let out a sigh of relief and continued to work his way up the boulders.

Eventually, he managed to place his hands at the top.

But struggled to pull up the rest of his body.

C’mon, C’MON! Jackson growled, clawing at the boulder’s smooth surface. His feet kept pressing onto the boulders, losing their grip, and slipping. Lorelai’s fingers twitched- it looked like he might actually fall.

She didn’t help him up.

Lorelai placed her hand beneath him- a safety buffer, just in case.

Jackson eventually found another crack to place his foot in, and hoisted himself up. “YES!” He panted, collapsing onto the top of the boulder. Jackson felt his heart race, his chest heaving up and down. A drop of drool slipped from his mouth.

“Well, look at you!” Lorelai said, and Jackson’s head perked up. “You’re a lot stronger than you seem, huh?” She tousled his hair, and Jackson smirked, flexing his muscles. A second later, he noticed how high up he was, and felt closer to his mother’s height. 

Pride bubbled inside Jackson.

He eventually got on his feet and explored the top of the boulder. It didn’t take long for Jackson to find his prize. Two rocks straight from the river- both were soothingly smooth, wonky-shaped, and different colors. Jackson’s eyes glittered. “You like ‘em?” Lorelai blushed as Jackson snagged up the pebbles.

“THEY’RE AWESOME!” Jackson raised them both like they were trophies. He didn’t care whether they were sedimentary, how they’d survived for centuries, or any of the specifics. The boy just thought that rocks were cool- and that they made the perfect participants for his “rock wrestling match”.

“We can have them fight by the campfire tonight!” Jackson grinned, already banging them together. “I’ll call this one The Tear Jerker, and the other one…” He thought for a moment. “Uh… Stinky Boot!” He said proudly.

“...Stinky Boot?” Lorelai raised an eyebrow, but shook it off. “I- I’ll go get the fire ready.” Lorelai got up to leave, but Jackson called out to her. “WAIT!” She immediately turned around, glancing at Jackson. He shrugged. “Could you help me down?”

Lorelai smiled.

“Sure, baby.”