#kylecole

something something felt some type of way about kyle and baybay and orange on dynamite. blame @sequentialprophet.

He feels like a child when he catches his reflection in Cole's blue eyes; Kyle has an anger made of stamping feet and a trembling, breaking scream but he's righteous with it. He must be powerful with it too because Adam doesn't move: he simply stares confusion made with parted lips and creased up eyebrows.

"Yes!" Kyle says and he's laughing again and the tension that built before in the room shatters around them. Cole stares at them from the mattress and Kyle stares into her eyes for longer than he wishes because he's reaching over Roddy's arms like a child and like a parent, Cole grabs ahold of his hands and lets him pin her to his front. "I like this." Kyle whispers into the space between Cole's neck and chin and he feels both chest rumble against his skin in laughter. Lips press against his head, almost pinning him in place like a butterfly before Cole's jaw moves against the crown of Kyle's head and he listens to the way her and Roddy's lips tremble against one another.

Dirty, sexy, slinky thing [power over all with the love you bring] (6747 words) by Kentucky_hunk

An inch away from more than just friends (we'll probably be fine) (3088 words) by pinkhangmanclub Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: All Elite Wrestling, Professional Wrestling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Adam Cole/Kyle O'Reilly Characters: Adam Cole, Kyle O'Reilly Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff and Smut, sexual awakening, Masturbation, Coached Masturbation, Kissing, Tag team:future shock, Cole teaches Kyle how to wank, No beta we die like Adam Cole, Virginity, Song: Naked In Manhattan (Chappell Roan), Title from a Chappell Roan Song, Praise Kink, Cum Eating, breifly though, Aftercare, Inexperienced sexual partner Summary: "All for you." Kyle gasps, voice striking just a little too quietly in his ears || OR: Adam teaches Kyle the wonderful world of masturbation while your best friend watches.

And there's something so airy in her smile, something untouched by the ideas of the future or on the time that ticks past slowly to tomorrow where headaches will push against their temples and there will be the taste of pain buzzing away on their tongues. But none of that seems to matter because Cole just smiles at him from her place on the bed and drowns the last of the bottle, her throat twitching so perfectly as she swallows. The glass is stained with lipstick and Kyle follows it as she tosses it into the wicker trash bin, there's the crumple of paper and soon, the same light airy silence when Cole lays, her head cradled by her hands, staring up at him as if there's something beautiful to look at.