#mywords

De toi à moi,

Friandise, je goûte et me délecte, 

De mains et langue, je te caresse,

T'affolant, attentive, j'effleure,

Pour que ton plaisir affleure,

Tu implores possession,

Qu'il en soit selon ton désir,

À bouche gourmande, tu succombes.

B-Arcane©

#mesmots

Tommy strolls into the 118 with a smile on his face and a spring in his step, looking forward to his date with Evan. He started heading towards the locker room when a voice from the side brought him up short.

"Just can't seem to leave this place, can you Kinard?"

Tommy froze and turned in disbelief to see Gerrard slowly walking down the stairs.

"It would seem that neither can you," Tommy replied, keeping his voice neutral.

"I'm here because of my job. What's your excuse?" Gerrard stopped at the bottom of the stairs and crossed his arms, his disapproving gaze sweeping over Tommy.

Tommy resisted the urge to cross his arms defensively. "I'm here to pick up Evan."

"Buckley? What for?"

"Hey!"

At the sound of his boyfriend's voice, Tommy turned away from Gerrards and beamed as Buck emerged from the locker rooms, a smile brighter than the sun on his handsome face.

Eyes fixed on Tommy, Buck seemingly didn't notice Gerrard as he bounced over to his boyfriend and pulled him in for a quick kiss.

"You ready to go?" Tommy asked, Gerrard all but forgotten.

"Absolutely. "

"You're GAY?!?"

The pair froze and turned towards Gerrard, who remained at the base of the stairs, now with a look of disgust twisting his features.

"No, I'm not gay," Buck said evenly.

Gerrard raised a disbelieving eyebrow. "You're not?"

"No. I'm bisexual. I like both men AND women."

Gerrard sniffed disapprovingly. "I thought you were better than that, Buckley." He looked at Tommy. "This is why you people shouldn't be allowed in jobs like this. Going around, corrupting perfectly good fire-fighters."

"Oh, he didn't corrupt me," Buck interjected. "If anything, I was the one who corrupted him."

Buck grinned wickedly, a glint in his eye, and grasping the other man's shirt, he pulled Tommy back in for another kiss. Only this time, rather than the chaste peck from before, he opened his mouth and swept his tongue across Tommy's lips, making the kiss filthier than one they would normally share in public (not that there hadn't been exceptions of course, with Chim and Maddie's wedding immediately springing to Tommy's mind).

Breaking away, Buck grasped Tommy's hand in his own before turning to face Gerrard. "Now if you'll excuse us, I have a hot date with the love of my life. See you around Gerrard."

Tugging on his hand, Buck began leading Tommy towards the exit. Allowing his hand to slip free, Tommy instead moved his arm to slip around his boyfriend's waist, pulling him into side and Evan reciprocated, slipping a hand into the back pocket of Tommy's jeans.

📍Arizona, whenever the sky appears like this, my mind just melts in a way that provides peace and ease, no troubles of the past, worries of the future, or issues of the present, just tranquility… stillness, in gratitude, admiring GOD's canvas and masterpiece.

Why? I wonder

He’s sad for a moment, with a flicker of hopelessness in his eyes,

I can see him struggle to confess the mammoth of a truth

That has plagued him all his life

But his voice is steady when he quietly admits, I can’t help being morose —

The effervescence is a mask and the weight of the world on my shoulders

Just weighs me down, eventually. I’m anchored in infelicity and she thinks she’s the cause

How do I tell her it’s not her fault, it’s just my cross to bear in this lifetime? I’m a sovereignty of sorrow