#hotyeehawman

... I was arguing with someone... I want to say that it was Hangman, actually. It was either him or Roddy, but I digress. The next thing I know, he’s got me in his arms, back against the wall. Clothing is pretty much fucking shredded. He’s bucking against me and his tongue slips past my lips and like.. This is right out where any old body can walk past, right? So Matt Jackson does. And he stops and he’s gawking like... Adam kind of growls against my neck, “I bet you’re dripping right now, darlin. You like it when Matt watches, don’t you?” and then he’s biting me all over the fucking neck, I’m both trying to hold on and pulling his hair while trying to rub against him as much as possible. Adam just calmly calls out to Matt without turning around, “Better take a real long look, Jackson, because that’s as close as you’re gonna get.”

ALTERNATELY... I was apparently flirting with Adam in one dream. I was riding his thigh like a bull in a rodeo. Again, right out in plain sight. Necks were being bit, hair was being pulled, fingers were digging into shoulders and all that jazz. Matt strolls in, pulls me OFF of Adam’s lap and drags me out of the room and pretty much does the same as Adam did in the scenario above. “You enjoy grinding against his thigh, sweetheart? Did you get off? I Hope so.. Because Now it’s my turn....” The part in this that makes it all so funny is in this one, I distinctly remember asking Matt “What the fuck are you doing in here, even?”

And now, the irony in the second one. This was before I caved in and admitted that I was attracted to / thirsted after Matt so when I woke up and I remembered that last little bit, I was FURIOUS that it happened that way. Like... What the fuck, did you seriously interrupt a potentially sexy situation with Hangman because you’re needy and an attention whore, Matthew?