#averyspeaks

Avery wasn't a nervous person, quite the opposite. But that all faded away when Ace was upset with her. She'd spent her whole life trying to protect her brother that sometimes that protectiveness over shadowed her use of common sense. Naomi was a sweet girl, so it seemed anyway. Even if she had her reservations she shouldn't have called her out in front of everyone. It was hours after the bonfire had ended and Ace still hadn't returned. She decided to stay up and was on the verge of going to find him when she finally heard footsteps out side.

She went to the window, a sigh of relief as she saw ace approaching with...some kind of monster. She formed a spear in her hand and was prepared to head for the door when the creature patted his head and turned back towards the forest. That would be a question for another day however.  The door opened and she got rid of her spear. "Ace..." she said his name warily. She knew her brother would never physically hurt her. But she knew he was angry with her and that was worse. He was the one person in the world she could ever depend on....and she had let him down. That thought alone was enough to make her want to die. "How's Naomi?" she asked him.

How many times do you have to see a repeated symbol, recurrent theme, before it becomes a sign? I've come across something twice in the last week alone via email communication and if I see it a third it may be a hint that something is coming... Or perhaps I just need to expand my shopping list.

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End it, Avery. The last conversation that the man had had with his father was still rattling around in his head, even as he slept. What had started with a couple of drinks to ease off the tension of the heated debate he’d gotten into with his dad had spiralled into Avery stumbling around in a drunken stupor, finding a bench somewhere and passing out. He remembered the fifth drink, maybe even the sixth too if he closed his eyes and really tried to focus on it - but whatever came afterwards had been nothing more than a blur. A night that could have easily ended up with both his name, and his father’s name splashed across the front page of every newspaper in the state. Bad press was the last thing the senator would stand for, considering this was an election year. 

Harsh light broke across Avery’s features and a sharp headache started to rattle around the sides of his skull. Avery didn’t remember falling asleep last night… But he remembered something about a bench, and then he was pretty sure he had seen Z at some point. An exhausted hand brushed across his face as he hoped to God that he hadn’t told the man about the conversation he’d had with the senator the day before - at least not while he was in that state. Something warm pressed against his back, and there was a hand around his waist. Avery cracked an eye and winced at the brightness of day, coming slowly to his senses as he realized he was in Z’s room, the hand across his abdomen one he’d fallen asleep with countless times before.

A glass of water sat on the nightstand, paired with some Advil and a thankfully empty waste basket next to the bed. This thing between them was new, getting sloppy drunk was one thing, but retching beside Z into a bucket was a low that Avery absolutely was not ready for Z to see him reach. Avery snuggled back against the man, relishing in how soft his bed felt, the warmth of the other’s bare skin against his. At some point Avery’s clothes had come off, but it definitely didn’t feel like anything had happened last night - another reason why Z was just a good guy. “Good morning,” Avery whispered, rolling his hips back against the other teasingly, “how bad was I last night?”

Avery groaned as he felt Alan’s strong, calloused as they worked a soapy lather over his body. His skin was responsive to the other, tensing and flexing as Alan took the time to work the lather to each dip and contour of his body. They didn’t know each other - if at all - this was little more than a hookup that had gone on much longer than maybe either of them had originally intended. Once, twice, and now under the other’s strong fingers Avery could feel himself working up to round three.

Grinning at the larger of the two men, Avery reached between the two of them and gripped Alan’s stiffening cock, grinning widening impossibly further as he felt how hard Alan had gotten just from touching him like this. “I can feel that, big boy.” Avery smiled, giving the other a few firm strokes beneath the water as the bubbles pooled about his chiseled but hairy frame. “You can have me as many times as you want if you keep touching me like that.”