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Maximo observed from the safety of the towel, eyes locked on Laurie's figure as surfboard and sea fought with him in the middle, so graciously navigating those waves that made him oh so jealous. But as the sea calmed down and Laurie approached him once more, with the board sunk on the sand and his attention never leaving him, the singer reached out from the holes of safely skin stuck shorts and pulled from his man down to his waist till fingertips could easily be seen through the waistband as the otherside.

eric was always a patient person.  but jealousy still lingered in that heart of his.  jealousy truly was not part of his personality because with the life he had, what was there to be jealous about.  his sister got the brunt of the press, leaving eric to be away from the media and live a somewhat normal life.  but normal was so overrated.  the new school year really had been one of the books.  even when the new professor arrived.

eric never intended for things to go the way they did, but when the other had kissed him that first night they were together, alone in his office, well–– it pretty much changed their whole dynamic all together.  maybe eric could have been better with the bombing the tests, and tried to focus more in class, but it was hard focusing on the material when his eyes were all over the one teaching.

he didn’t expect himself to say what he did, but after a few months of fooling around, he could see how miserable jason looked.  and how he was not looking forward to the holidays spending it at home, and not being able to see eric.  of course, the words that came out of eric rendered true, but perhaps out of line.  they both said they would keep it fun, no feelings, just sex.  but something had changed along the way.  something in eric was feeling different.

“ i–– i know...  i know you can’t but you’re miserable with her.  you always talk about how you wish she would give you space.  it sounds like you wish you weren’t even married with her.  so why even stick around if you don’t want to be with her? ” he said.   “ i’m not even remotely thinking of a life like that, i’m just saying you’d be happier with anyone else but her... ” he said.

Frank was no stranger to training, either. Honing his swordsmanship in unison to his physical prowess to prevent any form of deterioration. But, as he grew bored of jumping ona rope without an audience, and also of watching as the younger male trained, He focused on him with a simple order: "Sir Parker, your King requires your company as his sweet sweet lover," a mental thought that allowed privacy and contentment, even if the king was no one to keep in secret his paramours and interests.

Waking up in n o more than a pair of sweat marks on his chest, Johnny left the bedroom thinking not in having any company. His arms stretched up on his way through the living room, groaning at the way his muscles tensed and pulled with little effort before his gaze locked on the balcony entrance to his apartment on the Future Foundation's tower, deciding to let the cold air of the morning hit his nude self before hitting the bath.

He should probably let him go. Despite the brief hit of friction, and everything else he could feel from just that one steady roll of hips against hips... He should pull back, let them reset and cool off. Lance knows what he should do, but it's not what he's going to do. Instead, he answers with another slow drag of his hips down against the clear line of his soulmates length, and his head tucking down. Pressing in to sweat damp fabric to breathe the other in.