#misguidedmontgomery

straddling his roommate’s body over the bed, Taylor settled to press his lips against his forehead despite feeling the sweat against his bottom. having been taking care of him and not drinking blood had been a pain in the butt, but it helped keeping his mind occupied. “Despierta, sleeping beauty, you are no longer feverish.”

Stephen tilted his head to the side, observing as Mike trained within the gym’s room. It was an open space, there was still people around, and yet, his eyes were solely fixated on him. Two reasons. The first? He was the most attractive man in the room, for him, at least. And the image of him with running sweat and shorts being too loose and dropping down was extremely arousing. But also.... worry. Of course. With what he did on the field, and the stress on his muscles he knew it would become an eventual problem. So the moment that he saw him stopping with a light grimace on his face, he approached  and occupied his front. With a light gesture he reached for his shoes and removed one to lay his feet against his chest, beginning to offer a light massage to his thigh following its shape ─ and impressive girth ─ from its bottom to the crook behind his knee. 

thus in the privacy of his apartment, the poorly lit bathroom, the folding of waters and foam, and the tight embrace of his younger lover holding on his cock that, just by that seer miracle remained hard despite the lack of friction, stephen relaxed. brushing his man’s abdomen with soft touches, caressing the tip of his cock with this thumb, lazily kissing his lips and smiling into it like he was a teenager and not the adult that he was meant to be. 

walking close to mike’s side, keith’s arms grabbed him out of the pool’s waters, lifting him over his shoulders where he put him at, “You can’t swim anymore, too long time for you.” he added, tapping the other’s ass as per usual habit. “So lay down for a bit, I like you, Prune, but I rather you not prune.” 

NAME:   Mike 💕 RINGTONE:  rollercoaster  -  bleachers PICTURE:  https://64.media.tumblr.com/ed13982309067c0e58507afcaaa5712d/18d598845830ace6-46/s400x600/7087dad4bb5303e6ae9f346c39525f0c4327a109.pnj LAST TEXT SENT: [ sent 14:06 ]   -  hey,  miss you.  have you had chance to speak to nick?  i really want to take you out on saturday if you’d like?  or if you haven’t been able to talk to him yet we could just do something at mine? anything works though,  just want to see you again.

traveling in the right social circles was important for holden.  he wouldn’t be caught dead having a deep conversation with only a bunch of freaks & geeks around.  maybe that was what lured him into mike.  for one he didn’t feel like he had to work on his image around the man.  for another, he wasn’t exactly unknown around the halls.  holden had grown to be quite a good friend of his recently.  good enough that he invited him out shopping before one of the glorious parties being thrown.  ❛  as your friend i’m just saying you have a set of good muscles and you should be able to show them off.  ❜  the blond had a tempting little smirk on his face.  ❛  and even your underwear is important.  you never know what’s going to happen at these parties.  ❜  he shrugged while flipping through the racks, getting even more things for mike and placing them on his arm.  ❛  we can go into the fitting room together and i’ll see what we’re working with.  ❜