#keep this

818181 - Keep • This

Geometric Lullaby

yuletide in our wrong month. listening in a strong wind. for cardinals.

blue drink and scotch.

wrench ourselves off wrong shelves. listening to those quivering birds in wrong winds.

blue drink and scotch.

blehehehehlleleleeleeah lllliiiiiiiiick

Task Force 141

Gods of War Masterlist

Cpt. John Price

Wishful Thinking | War Correspondent x John Price

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Travelin' Soldier

Just a little thank you for participating in the @choicesfandomappreciation April Acts of Kindness. I hope April brings you many wonderful moments to remember! 💖

Aww, Dani! This is so incredibly sweet of you! Thank you!

And thank YOU for running the event and encouraging everyone to show kindness to each other. I know these events take a lot of work, and you're quite busy outside of the fandom, but still make time. So, thank you!

I love that you picked this story!!!! For many reasons, but one big one (you'll see soon!)

He never had been before. In fact Steve used to be proud of his looks. He was pretty and he knew it. But..."pretty boy" Billy had called him that day in the showers. Like it was a slur. An insult. Like men weren't supposed to be 'pretty'. But Steve, well Steve was pretty. He was. And suddenly that seemed like a bad thing. He didn't like what he saw in the mirror anymore. He was actually doing an excellent job of avoiding mirrors now. Well he had been. It was nearly impossible to avoid mirrors in the swim team locker room.

The swim locker room had a full wall length mirror across from the lockers.

Steve had felt like swimming, and his pool...well he still couldn't quite look at it. So he'd helped himself to the school's. It was late and no one was around and it had been lovely. It was nearly impossible to avoid the mirror in the swim team locker room, but Steve had managed to shower and start getting dressed without catching his reflection. His towel was low around his waist and he was distinctly Not Noticing anything other than the backpack his clothes were in. He was doing so well not noticing his surroundings that he didn't notice another person walking in until he heard a passionate groan "goddamn pretty boy".

Steve whipped his head around in surprise, dropping his towel in his haste. Eddie Munson was staring at him. Staring hard. Breathing harder, with his lip caught between his teeth. Eddie had clearly broken in to do what Steve had just finished doing, carrying a backpack and wearing a black bathing suit. A very tight black bathing suit. So tight that Steve could see how much Eddie seemed to like that Steve was pretty.

Steve glanced at the mirror. He saw his soft hair. Saw his chiseled jawline. Saw his thick off season chest hair on his sculpted pecs. Saw the soft swell of his stomach that hid his abs unless he was flexing. His toned legs and thighs. Saw his soft dick fattening up the longer he felt Eddie's eyes on him. Eddie, who was so pretty himself now that Steve was looking. Eddie made a choked noise as he presumably noticed Steve's own growing hard on. Eddie whipped his head to the side, unthinkingly turning towards the mirror. It was hard to avoid the mirror in the swim team locker room. In his shock Eddie accidentally met the reflection of Steve's eyes. His eyes were nearly all pupil and suddenly Steve felt himself settle back into his own body. He felt pretty. Steve being pretty was not a bad thing after all. He liked feeling pretty.

Steve smirked at Eddie and made a beckoning motion with his fingers. Eddie almost teleported he got to Steve so fast. Steve grabbed Eddie's hand and kissed his palm. Eddie sucked in a sharp breath and whispered, "Can I kiss you pretty boy?"

Steve nodded, and Eddie's lips crashed into his own, chapped and sweet. Eddie flicked his tongue against Steve's lips and groaned when they opened up to let him explore his hot mouth. Steve sucked Eddie's tongue, moaning at the feeling of a piercing he was definitely not expecting, and then adjusted their bodies so they were both facing the mirror.

It was hard to avoid looking into the mirror in the swim team locker room. But Steve very much didn't want to avoid the mirror anymore. Neither did Eddie it would seem, he was staring heavily at their reflections. Clearly Eddie didn't think Steve being pretty was bad at all.

"Wanna watch ourselves get off, pretty boy?"

I've never written a ficlet before, I hope it's coherent and makes your day a little brighter!