multi-muse

muse: Liam Winchester; 18; Switch; Bisexual; Angel-Human Hybrid who hunts the supernatural.

connection: any

Suggested Connections: Friend, Trainer at the gym, Stranger at the gym, anyone you'd like though bear in mind he's a top.

Swimming wasn't just a hobby to him, it was his job; his career. Given that, Adam had a tendency to lose focus while he was swimming, the entire world faded away. This was a bit of a problem considering he was using a public pool. After awhile self-realization kicked in and Adam got himself out and approached the friendly face at the side. "Sorry if I was kinda hogging the pool, I promise it wasn't on purpose, just lost track of time. I'll probably hit the showers now though."

hayden couldn't bite back the smile that appeared on her face when the flowers were delivered. while she hadn't been actively dating someone, she had been sleeping with someone and so, these flowers were completely unexpected. as soon as she got off work, she wasted no time showing up at their place. "so, what? you like me now?" she teased softly as they answered the door.

"You genuinely believe you'd survive without someone to babysit your social presence?" Solera snickered, "Do you know how much shit I dug up on you with a surface level search?"

Flicking her hair over her shoulder and out of her way, she tapped a few things on her phone screen, "Oh look, I know who you took to the high rise last night in three taps. Should I remind you what you ate off the room service menu? Or how there was an extra charge to your room for them cleaning up 'suspect paraphernalia'?"

"No shit you can dig me up on a surface level. At ten years old, I was America's sweetheart while you were playing with worms in a sandbox." Eddie actually had no idea if this vile woman was older or younger, but his mother always told him to speak with confidence, even if it was bullshit.

Rolling his eyes, he leaned back in his chair with a sarcastic pearly white smile. "Wow, sounds like you're on your way to being America's most wanted stalker." He picked at his nails. They were getting brittle. He needed to book another afternoon at the spa soon.

A heavy, already frustrated sigh. She didn't get paid enough to deal with America's number one nepo-baby.

Licking the inside of her cheek, she tweaked her head and nodded, tapping away at her phone again. "I'm paid to stalk you, get used to it." She corrected him with a huff, "I'm texting you're regular booty calls to let them know you're going dry for the week. If you want to play nice; I'll tell them you're preparing for a role. If you want to play dirty, I'll tell them you caught the clap and they should go get tested." Solera looked up and gave him an over the top fake smile, "Your choice." She hummed before returning her eyes to her phone.

Last week, Edmund's manager, Mr. Moonie (unfortunate name) sat him down to warn him that if he made one more headline, he was gonna send in his best people to do damage control. Unphased by the threat, Eddie got shit faced and smashed somebody's face into the bar counter for calling him a wash up. Less than twenty four hours later, Moonie sent him this bitch with a fuck you fruit basket and now she was basically taking over his life until they could clean up his image.

"Whatever you say. My life's a video game and you're the only one allowed to use the controller." He looked her up and down, same time she eyed him. Her personality ruined her divine looks. "You're right, you'd spread your legs after two shots, not five." He snarked.

Bursting out in laughter, Liam covered his face for a moment, only to hold his stomach, "Fuck, man, I think I'm ganna throw up." He was laughing so hard it was hard to breathe.

"You? Noooo, you're bullshitting me." He admonished, waving a hand in dismissal. Only to snort and chuckle, "You seriously fuck customers? In the motel??" He repeated, pursing his lips in thought for a moment before nodding, "That's kind of really fucking hot, I'm not ganna lie." He snickered, taking another swig from his beer before setting it down.

"I don't think I have a playground like a serial killer, you animal." Liam laughed, "I don't know man, if I meet someone I vibe with, and they vibe with me, we fuck. But the one and done thing for me is kind of old news. I like being invested. Call me a sap. But the orgasms are way fucking better when you've got emotions plugged into it." He explained with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Yeah," Bo breathed out, having a hard time fighting the pride in his voice. "It's easier than trying to sneak out past my Mom on a Saturday night." Mrs. Murphy had a reputation for keeping her boys on a tight leash. Especially Bo. It didnt matter that he was a grown adult. Every time he tried to go, her and her not so nice friends raised hell. It was easier to stick around.

He pointed the tip of his beer bottle at Liam. "Annnnd, its more variety for the spank bank. I got enough content up here to make Pornhub sad." Maybe that wasn't nessicarily something to be proud of, but it was only fun he got to have other than working in the motel. He wished he had the option of a relationship, but it was off the table for several reasons.

"Can you genuinely say you've been with a man who didn't say some corny shit like fucking you was taboo, or his wife couldn't find out, or no one knew he was into men?" He inquired, "If the answer is no, then you haven't been fucked by a man properly. Because those men fuck men like they fuck women. And that's the wrong way to fuck a man."

Up til' now, he had never openly admitted to Liam that he slept with guys. In fact, the only ones who really knew were the men he managed to charm. Sometimes, he didn't even like them, he just enjoyed the chase or being chased. It was the only thing that filled the hole of being mostly closeted. Yeah, the world was way more accepted but his world didn't extend past a couple of friends, his mom and brother.

Liam looked away and thought out loud for a moment, "Which is wild that we've never actually discussed what you're into."

He shook his head when Bo reached for the remote, snatching it and shutting off the TV before tossing the remote over his shoulder carelessly. "Bo, you're not...ashamed to like men, are you?" He suddenly asked, turning to face him better on the couch. Now that he thought about it, why WOULDNT Bo be ashamed? Liam had made some passing comments about dating men in front of Kace before and his responses had been less than supportive. By proxy, Kace had to have learned that from someone.

"Liam!" He scolded, reaching for the remote, only for it to go flying across the room and leaving Bo with two options. One, he could get up and storm out, leaving Liam with their six packs and his turned off TV. Or he could try to gain some power back and make sure his blabbermouth friend kept his mouth shut.

He chose option two.

"Alright, since you're so sure-" He began with a shrug of his shoulders, Liam pulled his flannel off his shoulders and tossed it aside, cracking his neck before moving to sit closer to Bo. "Let's make a bet. You let me give you head. I'm wrong, and me caring about you makes it God awful, I'll pay you $500. But, if I blow your fucking mind, you have to let me show you how good the sex can be."

But then he watched him slide his flannel off and crack his neck.

Maybe it made a little sense. Just a smidge.

Then he moved into his space, and it made a lot of sense.

"I won't be offended if it's not for you, dude. Not every pairing is a match. Maybe I'm into shit you're not into, who the fuck knows. But you're like my number one, I wouldn't let that opinion change that." He genuinely assured Bo with a shrug of his shoulders, "But think of the flip side, what if it's really fucking good and then you have an amazing best friend AND an amazing friend with benefits in one?" He gave a wiggle of his eyebrows, only to laugh.

But he was an incredibly horny, borderline drunk guy, and when someone as well cut as Liam wants to relieve you, it's really, really hard to pass that up.

Daring to loosen up, Bo let his eyes flicker over the length of the other man's body. He wondered what he tasted like, as he fantasized about making him shake from head to toe. Bo may lack passion, but he knew his way around slutty men needing a release and the idea of knocking him down a peg was fun. Even pulled a chuckle from him.

Liam shrugged in regards to the money, "Say less." He agreed, setting the bottle down before getting even closer to Bo. "You don't get to deduct points for me tasting like beer. Because you ALSO taste like beer." He snickered, scratching his beard absent-mindedly for a moment.

Liam eyeing him up and soaking him in, made Bo's blood rush faster. Already, he had to readjust his jeans so they didn't suffocate him. He wondered if he was doing this for shits and giggles, or if Liam actually found certain parts of him attractive. Bo knew he wasn't bad to look at it. Countless men commented on his full lips, puppy dog eyes and how firm his tall frame was. But something about Liam looking at him, with sultry eyes, made him extremely self aware. It made him want to look good and perform good.

Of course Liam noticed that Bo adjusted himself through his pants, it was cute and hot at the same time that he'd gotten himself so worked up that he was already choking his dick with his pants. Bo was undoubtedly good looking. He had features that were both youthful and mature, sharp angles meeting soft lines, what wasn't there to like?

Bo came closer, and Liam turned to properly face him, snickering as he mentioned the smell of beer, "Sure you're not smelling your upper lip?" He taunted, brushing his nose against the other's. His eyes lower to admire Bo's lips for a moment before he finally closed the gap between them.

He parted his lips to give a snarky response, but before it came out, Liam's mouth latched onto his in one of the most thrilling kisses he ever had. The brush of his warm mouth over his and his beard tickling his chin made Bo forget any worries he had. He tasted like beer mostly, but there was a naturally sweet taste behind it. One he got a better grasp of when he slid his tongue in his mouth.

Bo's hands wandering his lap caused a stirring in his groin, undoubtedly, it gave him the go ahead to run his free hand down the other's hip, gripping it slightly, almost pulling him closer, as if they still weren't close enough.

Fuck. They definitely still weren't close enough.

Liam broke the kiss, just for a moment, gesturing for Bo to get closer. "C'mere." He coaxed, taking the other by the hips to guide him into staddling his lap, and when he was settled, he drew his fave back down to his own, reconnecting their lips just as, if not, hungrier than before.

Once he had his knees on each side of Liam's hips, he pathetically fell back into the kiss with more confidence. Something about being above him, made him less shy even though he was the one sitting on his lap. He wouldn't admit it, but this one of the better kisses he's had, if not the best. Liam had balance. He didn't use too much tongue, but didn't avoid it. He didn't blindly put his lips on him. He found a rhythm to the way their mouths attached. And the way his breathing deepened and the quiet noises of pleasure he made...God...it activated every primal instinct in his body. By the time he started grinding their erections together, Bo was fully hard.

"Oh God," he groaned, pulling back for some air as his hips twitched on top of his. He was never more grateful for dry humping. The roll of his bulge over his was better than a hot bath after a long day. "You're a dick."

But that wasn't Liam's taste.

Loosely shaking his head to get it out of Bo's grasp, he sat back a bit, "Stop fighting for control, just relax." He all but whispered, nudging his nose with his own, "Let me take care of you." It was as much as suggestion as it was a promise.

Dipping his head down, he began to press feather-light kisses along Bo's neck, across his shoulder, stopping to nip and suck every so often. His fingers slipped beneath his shirt to caress his skin, thumbs tracing down the v-line of his hips, massaging faintly.

When he pulled back to look up at Bo, he cupped his face in one hand and kissed him again, this time much softer, "You're gorgeous, you know that?" He breathed quietly in the space between them, smiling.

The same way he attempted to let loose with Liam. If they were gonna do it, might as well as do it, but his friend shut him down long before he could start bruising his neck with love bites.

"I am relaxed!" He snapped, jerking away. Only for Liam's gentle kisses on his neck to lure him closer again. "I'm not trying to control nothing." He quietly grunted. His eyes fluttered shut as he drew a series of sharp breaths. The way his mouth took time to explore him made him very aware of how much he enjoyed his neck being kissed. And his torso being touched. And how he wanted to be tenderly kissed.

His forehead fell against his as he gripped the sides of Liam's neck. He followed his rhythm. "You should look in the mirror. You're the pretty one." He whispered, running the pads of his thumbs over his cheeks. Bo believed he was cute and handsome in a southern, old-fashioned sort of way but gorgeous wasn't it.

That soft whimper sent a pang of arousal through him, how innocent Bo still was despite it all, so shy. With soft eyes, he watched him fall back and pull his shirt over his head, smiling when the other practically demanded he help him with the bottom half.

"You're very demanding, you know." A tease, he hunched over Bo to place several tender kisses down his naval as his hands worked to undo his jeans, slipping in the sides of them and his boxers to glide them down his body before pulling them off and tossing them onto the floor haphazardly.

Sitting back, Liam took a moment to drink his friend's body in, and God, had he no sense he'd have been drooling.

"You're demanding." He fired back. As the older male kissed down his navel and slid off his jeans, Bo's hips arched up to his face, eager for more pressure against his warm skin. His voice dropped a pitch as it simmered to a longing whisper. "So fucking demanding."

His words were then lost with a shiver. Liam could see him naked. And he wasn't being subtle about staring at him. The shadowy silhouette of Liam sitting up to milk him in made Bo's dick heavy between his bare thighs. There was a cast of white artificial light from the kitchen. Otherwise, it was just them exploring each other in the dark living room.

Finally, his face reached Bo's groin, and anyone in a hurry to get to the fucking would have just blown him by that point. But Liam was on a very important mission to show the other that taking your time, exploring, indulging in your partner's body made the final pay off so much better. So instead, he ghosted his lips over the fullness of Bo's cock, exhaling warm breath against it, allowing his lips to dust ever so faintly against the skin.

He diverted his attention to leave lovebites in the crevasses of his hips, stroking his hands down his thighs, and soon enough guiding them up a bit to spread him out, leaving both his hole and cock in sight.

Absentmindedly, Liam's tongue ran over his bottom lip like he had just had a feast laid out in front of him. Lowering himself into a comfortable position, he pressed his tongue against Bo's hole, trailing it up his seam and back down again. Something that resembled a growl rumbled in the depths of his throat, he let himself indulge, lapping at that sweet pucker.

"You genuinely believe you'd survive without someone to babysit your social presence?" Solera snickered, "Do you know how much shit I dug up on you with a surface level search?"

Flicking her hair over her shoulder and out of her way, she tapped a few things on her phone screen, "Oh look, I know who you took to the high rise last night in three taps. Should I remind you what you ate off the room service menu? Or how there was an extra charge to your room for them cleaning up 'suspect paraphernalia'?"

"No shit you can dig me up on a surface level. At ten years old, I was America's sweetheart while you were playing with worms in a sandbox." Eddie actually had no idea if this vile woman was older or younger, but his mother always told him to speak with confidence, even if it was bullshit.

Rolling his eyes, he leaned back in his chair with a sarcastic pearly white smile. "Wow, sounds like you're on your way to being America's most wanted stalker." He picked at his nails. They were getting brittle. He needed to book another afternoon at the spa soon.