#wallacebrown

A moment of weakness. Everything in his life felt just a little off axis at the moment. There was too much uncertainty and he felt kind of stuck in the midst of things--with his rink temporarily closing down so close to competition season, being on the brink of having to move out of his apartment and still not having found a replacement, and experiencing hopeless romantic attraction for the first time in quite some time and--having absolutely no where to channel that. He’d been tossing in bed, fully clothed and rather frustrated, and it wasn’t even much past eight yet. He finally groaned loadly into his pillow and pushed himself up onto his knees, reached over to grab his phone and texted Wallace.

Oh yeah? Want me to try and pin you down and ride you?

“I’ll never get tired of hearing that.”

👅 make a silly face at my muse, Enzo and Wally

It was totally cool Enzo and Wally were just chilling on Wally’s bed, reading. Enzo had a multi volume comic book in his had, a comic he needed to catch up on, and Wally was reading his own thing. He was chilling at the foot of Wally’s bed as the other was where the pillows were. He paused from reading his comic, smirking at Wally who hadn’t looked up at him. Enzo took this time to make various funny faces at him, seeing if it would get his attention. He started with the common tongue out, crossed eyes. Joker face. A face like someone squeezed lemon in his eyes. Followed by a boohoo. He just really wanted Wally’s attention at this point.

“Yeah? Well I wouldn’t be opposed to flipping things around,” Enzo replied to his friend, “Would you like to be the one in control?”

“Thanks, Wally. I can always count on you, can’t I?” 

right back at ya, killer.