#whclesome

As much as Eli loved talking to folks, he could always appreciate the beauty of a more quiet night. Nobody was making a fuss. Nobody was pounding the bar for another vodka cran. It was a shift he'd be leaving without a headache. Just as he was getting set to wipe down some glasses, he heard the distinctive rumble of a bar argument, which usually always turned into a bar fight. It was as he thought, the moment he saw bodies slamming into walls, pictures sliding off the wall and shattering, Eli jumped into action. "Hey!" He gestured over to the bouncer with a nod, having the two men forcefully separated and shoved out the front door. With a sigh, he eyes the folks around him with a tired smile. "Sorry, y'all. Things happen from time to time. Next round's on me, okay?" As the few people around him cheered, he eyed the blonde trying to get back in, being blocked by the burly bouncer. But, he could see...remorse? In his eyes? Sighing, he whistled at the bouncer, giving the blonde the go ahead to return and approach. "Hey, you can't be doing shit like that, man." Eli cut to the chase as they met across the bar. "This is a nice place. You have a problem, you take it outside. Got it? The scolding tone wasn't usually like Eli, so it melted off him as soon as he said what he needed to say. "Besides, what if you hurt that handsome mug of yours? It'd be a shame."

"I'm doing a piece on the whole team not just you." Nyjah doesn't roll his eyes because he's a professional but he really wants to. "Léo we ain't playin' this game just cause we hooked up. It was once and I'm working." He doesn't even bother motioning to his laptop set up where he's been interviewing the star players and more importantly to Nyjah the guys who don't get a lot of spotlight. He's got no problem putting them front and center if it gets them exposure. "So now can you sit so I can do my job? Won't even try and jump you. C'mon." He shifts in his own seat as he tries not to look at Léonardo's eyes. It's what got him to fold in the first place; the earnest sort of way they stare into your soul. It annoys him that they can't be seen outside of the others training facility because he knows it would stir up some bullshit he doesn't need. @whclesome

send 🗣 for my muse to blurt out the first thing they think of when they see your muse.

"I could stay like this all day, kid." Nicholas gloated, head falling back in pleasure. But another stifled cough from the younger man made him reconsider. He allowed Gareth to pull his head away, and when Nicholas' cock was freed from the warm embrace of his throat, a string of thick saliva still bridged between his bloated red head and Gareth's puffy lips.

send me 💬 or "unsent texts" i'll share three texts my muse typed but never sent yours. @whclesome

send me 💬 or "unsent texts" i'll share three texts my muse typed but never sent yours. @whclesome

"Didn't expect to see you out. Since when do you get two days off in a row to be able to hit the club?" Patrick can't help but grin as he leans in to wrap the other up in a hug that's a little too handsy to be friendly. But that's his work husband so what else is he supposed to do? "Never even imagined you outside the hospital." They both know that's not true and there's a very incriminating DM thread between them. Patrick just tells himself that the photos they send each other are to tie them over until they see each other again at the hospital. "Don't even talk to me about anything work related. I ain't listening." Patrick's arm is still around the others waist before he finally pulls away. "You here alone?" @whclesome