It hadn’t been too long since Alexander had found himself in Hawaii of all places, when one of the concierges at his hotel said he just had to try this one bakery. And he just thought, why not? He was there fore new experiences after all, wasn’t he?

So that’s how he found himself standing outside and leaning against his rental car with a bag of something called malasadas and a box of something else called coco puffs. He went for the little ones at first and at the first bit, he moaned deeply, his eyes shut as he chewed. 

Deshi really didn’t know how to react when Jack spoke, feeling his brows furrow slightly. They didn’t really talk about anything seriously, usually just being sarcastic and snarky. Though hearing his double innuendo only forced a small chuckle from him. Jack was the only one who he felt like really was someone he considered a friend, a best friend even. That really didn’t help how he kept trying to figure out what their feelings really meant.

Relationships were something that Deshi avoided like the plague, never sleeping with someone more than twice. There were a few that were around the states that he knew would be an easy lay but that’s all he ever looked for. He hadn’t been in a relationship since he had been with her. That was a time in his life that he would rather forget. As close as him and Jack were, the Kitsune still never admitted to Jack why he was the way he was. But really, that wasn’t the point of the friendship. They were friends because they didn’t push the other to talk about things, they just helped distract them.

It was odd to feel this comfortable around someone. Deshi knew that if he were in trouble of any kind, Jack would do anything to help him. There was a trust that the Kitsune didn’t give lightly to the point that if he were at the point of death, he’d be more than happy for Jack to be the one to end it all.

Wetting his lips, Deshi stared down at his drink as Jack spoke. The Kitsune wasn’t good with talking about feelings like this, not comfortable with admitting how Jack really made him feel. Instead of taking it seriously, he took a sip of his drink and smirked over at his friend. “Are you about to serenade your love for me, Jackie?” Deshi would never admit that maybe he would be ok if that really what Jack was doing. Love was a terrifying word and he didn’t think he could admit that to anyone, even Jack.

“There’s a lot to unpack in that sentence.”

“That being said, a broken slurpee machine is a crime.”

Bucky walked back into the living room from the kitchen, his arms full of snacks and drinks as he padded around barefoot. The longer he stayed at the compound, the more comfortable he became in the common area, since he knew everyone that had access to it and he had come to trust them all, at least on some level. 

The fucking--the goddamn ben wa beads, and that didn’t--got fucked, but before that... fuck it was good.

Did you know I jack off with the curtains half closed and no silencing charms? Not the brightest idea, but sure as shit the hottest.

That first time I sucked you off in the Astronomy Tower. Shit, Jack, I don’t think anything will ever fucking top that.

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Fucking pound me in the dorms. Curtains closed, I’m not a fucking idiot, but that’s it, nothing else between us and being found out. Could you keep quiet buried inside me? Filling my ass with your come without making one fucking sound? I’d fucking love to find out.

Top me, but not--not like how we normally do it, fucking different, like... Take me down a notch, y’know? Make everything go away but you. Top me, but fucking control me, us, every fucking thing.

@jackal-mcgarrett continued from X

“Is that because it’s sinfully delicious?”