#boysofcanon

       To think this whole thing began when Peter went to Earth, to apologize to the boy for holding him hostage for a second. But in his defense, he was just making sure the boy wasn’t some follower of Thanos. But never did he think going down to Earth would start this sort of, relationship they had. One that had Quill taking Peter away from his planet and into space with him on many adventures. Both guardian adventures as well as, personal adventures. He woke up early that day and made sure everything was good on his ship before he ventured to where the boy slept. He watched over him with a fond expression on his face before he leaned down, making himself comfortable by getting into bed with the other. “Parker...” he whispered, running his hand against the other’s back as he gently ran his nose against the boy’s shoulder.

‘I wouldn’t call it flirting.’ Dante said, sitting in his usual spot at the back of the classroom. The school day had ended and like a lot of times, he’d been asked to stay behind so that the teacher could have a word with him.

      Luka had been watching Scott for a while now, they had interacted some but nothing substantial. Of course he had flirted every chance he gotten, he needed Scott to like him, to not see him as a possible threat, his plan at the end of the day after all was to have Scott take him and his brother in. Just being part of a pack though wasn’t good enough for Luka he wanted more, wanted to be an alpha and if he couldn’t manage that he wanted to be as close as he could to one. Which is why he followed Scott after Lacrosse practice, Scott had stayed back to pack everything away so when he went to the looker room to shower and change he was alone. 

      Luka knew this was his chance so he slipped inside and as soon as he laid eyes on Scott he pounced. He tackled Scott, pinned the alpha up against a locker, making sure his sizeable crotch was right up against the alpha’s bubbly rear. “Hey Scotty, noticed you were all alone and thought I’d come and give you a hand while you shower.” He whispered into Scott’s ear as he rut his hips forward against Scott, his entire frame pressed up and caging Scott’s body up against the locker. “Come on I bet you want it, always having to be in control and on top for the pack must be exhausting, let me take control for a while and help you let of some steam huh? We both know you’ll be thanking me later.”

in reality, fabian knew he should be mortified. having one of his professors - and not even his fashion one at that - finding his sketchbook full of the kinky outfits he wanted to make, had to make and pictures of those he had made on their intended clients. that in itself was nightmare inducing. to make things worse? the professor that found it was the muse for a large chunk of fabian’s drawings. he couldn’t help it; he’d had a crush on the man since the beginning of the semester and, with each passing day, the man’s lectures became more of an excuse to draw him in skimpy outfits. needless to say fabian was an odd mix of mortified and euphoric when steve had stopped him to return the book and ask if he could have a custom fitting session, having marked an outfit out that he wanted. now, for as much as he loved sex and was a rentboy, fabian was clueless to any signs of being flirted so he pinned it down to steve wanting to impress some other guy.

so, there fabian was. his face was pretty much in steve’s crotch as he tried to work the fabric of the thong around the other’s impressive package. to say fabian was starstruck was an understatement; he never had a client as big as steve and he could feel his cheeks reddening with each second and, with each squeeze of the man’s package to ensure it still fit inside the cloth pouch, blood rushing southwards. he’d already done the leather choker and the harness, both of which had been accompanied with lewd fantasies fabian had written down. he tried to ignore that as he worked on the thong, tried to ignore how his professor totally knew how much fabian wanted to hold onto the harness as he was pounded into mercilessly. with his face a mere inch or so away from steve’s crotch as he looked closely at the seems, he exhaled a little. part of him hoped steve would do something but, in his mind, this was still for the eyes of someone else and not him.

Reno was standing in a line outside a club in Queens, joking with his friends, when he caught sight of a young man who made him do a double-take. “Dios mio,” Reno said to himself in Spanish as he pushed off the wall and left his friends in line. The other men shouted for him to come back but Reno waved them off and pointed to the boy in question, which got him some whoops and hollers and even a whistle.

“Hey,” Reno said, breathless in the cold night air when he reached across the street and stood before the guy. That was when he realized the kid had a collar on and Reno blinked at the standard-looking thing that wasn’t jazzed up at all. Some claim this must be... “I just wanted you to know that you’re probably the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen and that you deserve a way more elaborate collar if you’re going to be claimed.” Reno bit his lip. “Sorry, I actually couldn’t see that you were claimed from in line over there. I can back off if you want me to. I just thought I’d let you know that you’re gorgeous and should be walking with your chin up because you are a light in this crap borough.”

Joey knew he was acting highly unprofessional. Taking up a job teaching an acting class was so rewarding at first. Being able to help up and coming actors and actresses improve on what they were passionate about filled him with a warmth that he didn’t get from much else in his life… then Blaine enrolled. It wasn’t that he disliked Blaine, the problem was actually the opposite. The boy was gorgeous, he was a pleasure to be around and his talent was unmatched (even compared to him, though he would never say that aloud). He tried long and hard to deny it, but after three weeks of having him in his class he finally reached a breaking point — he wanted him bad.

The plan was a little devious, but he at least tried to keep it subtle. The other mentioned an upcoming audition he had, and Joey took advantage of the opportunity by offering some private lessons after class. Just the two of them. Just to make sure the role was his. Excitement filled him as he watched each of the students, their first lesson moments from starting. Once the last student left, he turned his attention to Blaine. “So, did you have any material you’ve been practicing with? If not, I have some over here.” He spoke with a grin, nodding his head towards the desk.

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