#filterbroken

giving tommy a massage after an intense workout was supposed to be a simple thing to get him to relax. yet, the speedster had seemed to turn him on in more than one way. teddy couldn't help the next couple of steps that he took on the couch. first, when he got down to the speedster's lower back, he was already rock hard and on top of his legs. then, he scooted up some more and started to rub himself up against his behind. "n-need some release too. don't be selfish bro, come on." he continued to work his fingers into tommy's lower back, but now his length was sliding in between his cheeks. thankfully, hulkling had decided to go commando during the workout session.

That ripped another grunt out of Gabriel. "Show me, then," Even if his words sounded like a command, the lust Gabe felt gave them a different tone: lustier, needier even. This was wrong, he knew, but he needed it badly. "Show me what you would do if you were my boyfriend, if you-- were in Shawn's place. We can pretend you're mine... or not, it's up to you, Drew."

"i'd like to go on the record to say that i never actually said your ass was small." teddy did appreciate the show and tell though. he leaned forward and slapped the man's left cheek with the back of his hand. did normal friends do this after a workout session? more importantly, did people normally check out their boyfriend's brother's ass? "those squats do seem to be working, i fully believe you now." he grinned as he sat back. "maybe i should've focus so much on my arms."

but it wasn't his professor who opened the door. instead, max was, for a few seconds, confusedly staring at a quite good-looking man wearing nothing but a bath robe. and then it clicked, and he puts on his best charming smile. “oh, hey there, um - sorry, i must be in the wrong place... i was looking for a college professor, not a super model.”

this was the absolute last thing he wanted to do on his free friday night. yes. for some odd reason, harry had found himself with a night off for once, and somehow after a call from mr. president he had found his way in a messy, dark gay bar. one of the messy gay bars he used to go to when he was much, much younger. his boss wanted his son to be picked up because throwing ass and being slutty in some bar right before the campaign was about to start wasn't exactly a great idea. harry pushed himself past a couple of people, glancing around the place easily since he towered over most of them. "wyatt." he muttered beneath his breath, stomping over towards the sofa in the back. "wyatt? hey!" he spoke loudly over he music. "your father has given me orders to take you home, let's go."

to the outside world, it was very clear that they were supposed to be the perfect couple. every couple had its issues though. they had been in a fight prior to the mission, but thankfully were able to put their issues to the side. now that they were back home, teddy wasn't even speaking that much. which wasn't normal for him. he started to peel off his uniform and looked over at billy. "good job out there." it was the truth. plus, they were getting ready for a shower, so might as well try to break the silence.

their life was complicated to say the least. first, they were on the same team, but in constant competition for that captain spot. then when the coach made them co-captains, his mother met shane's father and they fell in love. now they were sharing a house together. rivals, to teammates, to brothers. davis couldn't ignore him any longer. he at least respected the fact that the man was always one of the last ones at practice. "make sure you take a shower man. i don't need you stinking up my car." davis started to strip off his uniform slowly.

Richard pushed his cart along the produce aisle, doing his best to find whatever stock wasn't completely wilted and sad looking. Settling for the least offensive heart of romaine he could find, he swiftly turned his cart around, immediately banging his cart into the closest one heading his way. "Oh, god, I'm so sorry. I'm clearly not watching where I'm go-" Richard cut himself off, his eyes meeting the driver of the opposite cart. Eyes he'd spent countless nights gazing into. Eyes that had plead him to go faster, deeper until they were both completely spent, collapsed atop one another. Eyes that asked him to do it all again the next morning. "C-Cameron?" Richard babbled, almost in a whisper that only the two of them could hear. "There's no way! How long has it been?!" Years. Richard couldn't stop himself from circling their collided carts to wrap his old flame in a warm embrace. As he pulled away, the glint of his wedding ring teased him, reminded him of his promise to Mark. "It's...it's so good to see you, Cameron. I've missed you."