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Jamie could sense the hesitation from them as soon as he'd asked the question. It hadn't meant to come off as teasing or mocking (though he could see how it would), but that most certainly wasn't his intention with asking it. The trainer also noted Wesley's flushed cheeks, those pretty pink bitten lips from where his own had just been, how his breathing was all over the place, the glaze over in his eyes... And all he could do was smirk at the sight of it. For someone who clearly had never done anything with a man before, Wes was sure acting like they had. And when Jamie finally got the answer he was looking for, it was like everything clicked into place and made sense. He shook his head, allowing his big hands to settled on their waist just before tugging them closer against his own frame. "No," he stated simply, his smirk growing in size. He had opened his mouth to say something else, but instead, a chuckle slipped out at what followed from Wes. "You've been... Busy?" Jamie questioned, not entirely sure what he meant by that. Instead of waiting for a response, the trainer shrugged it off and slid one of his hands a little lower, hovering just above the waistband of Wesley's pants. "How about we start with something small, yeah? Work our way up until you feel comfortable enough."

thank god. wes wouldn't have known how to bounce back from jamie turning him down just because he hadn't had the bandwidth to get laid. he wasn't a virgin, by any means, that's how he knew he was gay. but they had put so fucking much into their career... they had been so afraid of slipping up and ruining it all that they barely had a life outside of training. it didn't matter, now. his abs twitched as fingertips ghosted over them. "yeah." his gaze dropped to jamie's lips. his voice was growing steadier, raspier. maybe there was a world where enthusiasm was good enough... maybe he didn't need to be confident or knowledgeable. maybe he just needed to want this bad enough. "i'm not in any rush," they leaned back in, nose brushing against jamie's, "are you?" they kissed his cheek. the corner of his lips. the sharp line of his jaw. "you take up a lot more of my time than the session does." wes' hand slipped from jamie's bicep to tug him closer by his shirt, "i'm usually still thinking about you when i hit the showers."

éile instinctively turned towards the closer of the campus coffee shops. it was a touch less popular given its more dated décor and simpler menu but she liked it fine. it was quieter. better when laser focus was needed. "the wee one's alright with you?" she gestured vaguely ahead, "some people are after the mango coconut mint swirl matcha shite... and fair play to 'em! i'm after whatever gets the job done, usually."

"I didn't keep you waiting too long did I?"

"you're running the show all by yourself back there." know shrugged and offered up a smile, "it would be unreasonable to complain." truthfully, she had been unhurried rather than just patient — owen looked good doing their thing and seemed to be in high demand for conversation as well as drinks. "i could have handled being put on the spot. that's what you'd be looking for in a hire, right?" know slipped their resume across the bartop, her gaze lingering just a little too long on owen's bare biceps, "i appreciate the opportunity to interview. most places don't get back to you at all."

When Avery realizes she had been staring at the sight in the graveyard for a beat too long she tries to duck behind a tree. With wide eyes she looks to the other and nods when she suggests they double back to the gas station. Suddenly she hated the thought of being stranded on food closer to... whatever that was than their getaway car. "I'm just going to throw twenty bucks on the counter and help myself to a couple gallons of gas so we can get the hell out of here," she says in a hushed tone like anybody could be listening. "It's been a minute since I've ever stepped food in a church, but what the hell even was that? Did you get a photo?"

she was cold and she was sweating but she made no move to let go of avery's wrist. "if the girls don't believe us, i'm going to curb stomp them." this would be a killer story a month from now. romi would love telling it with full dramatics, making up any details she didn't remember, and accentuating the ones she did. but right now? she felt like she was sinking. "we need to find those plastic jug thingies — were they moving weird to you?" her voice was just as hushed as avery's, "like, it kind of looked like they'd been standing there for awhile, right?" romilly rolled her lower lip between her teeth, "but they were like statues."

His bros furrow in confusion, money had always solved all his problems so he didn't see the difference with this one. "I didn't mean to insult you or whatever. What else could I offer you though? A signed rookie jersey? I'd rather the cash." He's on edge and it's probably because this is the most vulnerable he's felt in a long time. "It'll be simple. You come out to Miami and you watch one game with all the other wives and girlfriends, come to our party after, and tell people embarrassing stories of me from middle school. It's a pretty sweet deal if you ask me," he says using teasing to cover up the pleading in his eyes.

after an uncharacteristic moment of quiet, devin moved away from the door. "i guess you should just come in. for a bit. we have romcom style terms and conditions to come up with or something. i can't believe i'm your fucking peter kavinsky."

Big hands found purchase in the soft fabric of his client's shirt, pulling them in until there wasn't a single inch of space left between them. The kiss that followed was desperate, hungry, and long overdue. Jamie tasted the lingering sweat and the sweetness of a sports drink on the other's lips, his fingers tangling into the hair at the nape of their neck as the kiss only deepened and grew more frantic by the second. He pressed even closer, his muscular frame crowding them against the wall, asserting a dominance that felt entirely natural in this space. Jamie eventually pulled back just an inch to catch his breath for a moment as his hands slid down to possessively grip their waist, his thumbs tracing the line of their hips. He looked down then, noting the flush on his client's neck and the slight daze in their eyes. "Is this your first time with a man?" Jamie asked quietly. He wouldn't judge them if that was the case, but through the haze of desire, he needed to know exactly how gentle (or how rough) he was allowed to be.

honestly, wes had thought it was all in his head — the pull between them, the lingering touches, the stolen glances — it wouldn't have been the first time he caught himself daydreaming about somebody who would never want him like that. he'd been fucking wrong. jamie moved them like it was nothing even though they were roughly the same height as him. if the kiss hadn't taken their breath away then that would've. they chased after his lips like a starving dog, hands fumbling for support and landing on his biceps, their blunt nails digging into skin. wes stared with flushed cheeks when jamie pulled away, dumbfounded. his stomach squirmed as he tried and failed to pull himself together. there was the daze, the breathlessness, of course. but there was also the fact that he didn't know if he should be honest or not. would jamie back off if they said yes? would he act like it never happened? wes had thought he wanted this badly before but now — they wanted this bad enough that they could've teared up. wes tried to picture lying to jamie and felt his chest squeeze. hard. "i —" he licked his lips, "yeah." his gaze dipped to the floor, "is that a problem?" half a second passed before the overwhelming need to not let jamie slip through his fingers took over, "i know i don't like women. i just—" embarrassment licked up the back of his neck like flames, "i've been busy?"

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"i do not! you should see me when i'm not around everyone. dark and brooding with a resting bitch face," which of course she's never managed to keep for long around the girl who she still holds by the hips in extremely 'playful' fashion. "mmm," a hum and she rests her chin atop priya's shoulder from behind. "i obviously want you to. just depends on if anyone else wants you to stick around here after fireworks are over."

"help me brainstorm some excuses?" it took an immense amount of willpower not to turn around. minjeong looked incredible, they both knew it, and priya couldn't trust herself to behave. that was a change for her, too. she leaned back — just a little — into her girlfriend's arms. she could have just this little bit more, right? her reputation as a hugger would save them from questions. "i really," priya lowered her voice further even though the others were still inside, "want to make you breakfast tomorrow morning. and steal another hoodie. i think that's a fair exchange."

Link feels insane as he stares at his phone once the text comes through. A date with who? His minds flipping through any memory he has of the other mentioning a date or someone they even want to date. Link's about to leave this dumbass car meet and check their location. Is that insane? They shared it with him like he shared his with them. Instead he texts them back when are y'all done? i'll come pick you up and starts his car. He's got one hand on the steering wheel, the other holding his phone as he checks their location before he's pulling out of the parking lot.

going out for a smoke soon. maybe i'll feel like leaving then