#mistckesmade

tennessee liked mike. he seemed to think he was tough shit, which was equal parts hilarious and cute -- ten was pretty sure he'd be bailing him out of scrapes soon enough. "don't be a bitch," he shot back, using his tree-like limbs to close the distance between them. he loomed over mike, resting a hand on his hip as he followed far too closely. "fuck, of course you were. you still got the uniform? we should have a little costume party." he smirked, filthy thoughts evident in his tone. "i'll rip your damn 'bathing suit' off with my fucking teeth, mikey boy. i didn't trudge all the way out here not to get a good look at your bare ass in the afternoon sun."

going back to a time where things weren't complicated between them was hard. ezra knew that he was guilty of a lot, but he was trying now. even if sometimes that didn't work out or come out the right way. like waiting till mike was alone to approach him again. "all i'm asking for is just one day." he cleared his throat and extended his hand out to the man. "just us, no distractions, no phones, nothing else. let me show you i can ignite that spark again." ignoring all other parties involved.

     learning much from his mother before him, eros had become quite an expert when it had to do with love. no one got the title he did without knowing the information behind it. that was why while he was trying to get mike’s attention, courting the other male, he made sure to pull out all of the spots. the location that he picked was both public and remote. it was a quite part of the park that was mainly covered by tiles with a large opening. it wasn’t that far off from the body of water either. ❛ i figured we should keep it light this time around. ❜ the greek god licked his lips while taking out the strawberries from the basket. he took out the can of whipped cream and the small container of melted milk chocolate. ❛ so i hope you brought your sweet tooth today. ❜ he leaned in to give mike a quick peck on his cheeks before covering one of the strawberries with the whipped clean. he then licked some of it off before putting it closer to the male’s lips. ❛ come on, you know you want to. ❜

“It’s not... what it looks like,” Dustin spoke, embarrassment crossing his features as he stared at the other male. It wasn’t as though he planned for the male to walk in on him wanking in the middle of the living room, but that’s what happened. “See, my... my rut is happening and I just... I had to get off.”

“Mike, you’re really doing good out on the field but... is something distracting you out there?” Ronald asked after he called the young man to the sidelines after the practice, crouching down enough so that he would be at eye level with the younger man “You know you can talk to me if there’s something going on right? Might look like a giant dumb wall of muscle and football cliches but I’ve got a good pair of ears, I can listen if you need someone to talk too.

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Knox was sitting on the couch, reading through his notes. He was about to take a test that would make or break his career. His fingers running through his hair, his brow furrowed as he tried to focus on the scenario when he heard a loud noise from the kitchen. He looked up, turning towards the kitchen. He shook his head as he let out a small laugh. “What are you trying to do?” He asked, looking at the other. “You’re gonna end up needing stitches with the way that you cut vegetables.”