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“So uh, see you at school tomorrow?”
“Yeah, I guess you will,”
Rajeed responded, still grinning like an idiot. He cuffed his boyfriend
on the arm. Sam made a motion to go, but he stopped, and looked deep in
thought. “…Sam?”
Sam moved forward suddenly and kissed him. Rajeed
was awakened by the spark from the touch, and reciprocated with eager
lips and a seeking tongue. Kissin Sam was nice. It was beyond nice.
“Mmnn…mnnn…” he sighed softly. Rajeed was just melting into a nice
pre-arousal buzz when-

“Honey, are you home? I thought I heard – oh! Oh goodness, excuse me.”

“Mom!” Rajeed groaned and facepalmed at his mother’s interruption, turning bright red.
Sam giggled and waved sheepishly. “Hi Mrs. Mayar.”
“Hello Sam. Oh, I’m so sorry for um, interrupting you two.”
“It’s ok, I was just on my way out”
“Did you have a nice date?”
Rajeed rubbed the back of his red neck. “Yeah we did.”
Mrs. Mayar smiled. “So nice to see someone bring my shy boy out of the woodwork.”
Rajeed groaned again. “Mom, please.”

She held up her hands. “Ok ok, I’ll go. You two can finish making out.
“Oh my god, Mom-”
”But you really should stay for dinner Sam. I’m making curry.”
Sam
glanced at embarrassed Rajeed, and at his kiss-swollen lips. “That’s
very kind of you Mrs. Mayar. I have team practice in an hour but…I’ll
be plenty hungry after.”
She beamed. "Well come by, and I’ll feed you. Kitchen’s open late.”
"Will do, thank you.” Sam nodded at her, then thumbed Rajeed’s chin. “See you later ok?”
“Yeah…”
Rajeed said, watching the hottest jock he’d ever seen smile brilliantly
at him, then turn and go. “See you uh, later.” God, his butt looked
good in Levi jeans.
“I see why you like him,” Mrs. Mayar notes, “His butt looks good in those jeans.”
“Mom!”

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Text is fictional. The boys are Zane Porter and Dominic Santos, in this scene for Randy Blue.

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“Back straight. There we go. Great posture.”
“Thank you Sir.”
I nod, even though he can’t see it. “You know why you’re sitting there in a time out?”
“…for mouthing off?” Joel asks.
“Yes, good, boy. But that’s just it…you are still a boy. My boy. You’re young, in college. Life is full of hard work for you, but it’s still a time of play. I’m a man now. I’m all grown up, and play time has been taken up mostly by work. I know when I come home, you’re very eager to see me and you want to play. I know you’ve been waiting all day. So have I. Your waiting isn’t more or less worse than my waiting. Just because I need a minute to unwind, doesn’t mean you should get smart with me or say nasty, passive-aggressive things. It turns me off to hear ugly things come out of your pretty mouth. And forcing me to ravish you before I’m refreshed only cheapens it. You should be aware boy… I’m terrified of letting you down.”
“…Sir?” Joel asks softly, turning his head.
“Eyes forward,” I say gently.
Joel snaps his head forward and shifts a bit.

“I want to live up to your expectations. I know you’re a very horny boy. I know your pussy is hungry. I know how much you love my cock.”
“And how much I love you,” Joel adds softly.
I pause and sigh softly. Disciplining boys is sometimes so hard. “I love you too,” I say. “So much, it’s hard to imagine how I lived without you before. You know that. I just want to make sure when we are making love, that we’re both 100% on board, ready and eager. You’ll learn patience as you get older, Joel. I just have to nip this bossy, demanding behavior in the bud before you turn fully spoiled. That’s why you’re in time out. Next time you think of saying something impulsive and ugly, you’ll think of being in time out and how much you hate it.”

“Thank you Sir. You’re right. I don’t think clearly when I’m horny.”
I nod again, although Joel still can’t see me. “I think that’s hot by the way.”
“You do?”
“Yes. Means you need me, bad. I like that. I just…have to be a grown up man first sometimes, and your lover second. You know, for your own good.”

My boy’s shoulders relax. “Yes, for my own good. I’m seeing that now.”

“Good boy. You have fifteen more minutes in time out. You can cross your legs if your knees are cramping.”
“Fifteen?” Joel protests. “It was fifteen minutes when we started. Should be ten by now!”
“Well yes, but your hat reminded me. The San Francisco 49′ers beat the Colts in overtime last night due to the poor call by the ref on that fumble. You sided with the ref,” I reminded him.

Joel groaned, and I swallowed a laugh. Ok, being a grown-up could be fun sometimes.

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Text is fictional. I think this is the OP.

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BWAHAHAHA, a trick every Sir should use on their house boy.

Norton sighed. He was really supposed to clean the house today. He just didn’t feel like it. He liked being a houseboy, but sometimes he just came down with a case of the lazies. It didn’t help that his chastity cage was bothering him. Tonight was the night he was supposed to be milked and cleaned in the bath, and the minutes were just dragging on until his boyfriend came home from work. A part of him suspected that if the tub wasn’t cleaned, he wasn’t going to get relief, but he just didn’t feel like cleaning it. Norton sighed. Having the perfect life was so problematic sometimes.

He scratched an itch on his side. Norton was allowed two snacks a day to keep his weight down, and he decided to take one now, although it was early. Where were the rice krispy treats? Marshmallows and sugar would make him feel better. Perhaps he’d just watch some TV until the sugar kicked in and gave him some energy.

Norton found the box in the pantry, but frowned when he picked it up. It was light. How could that be? It was half full yesterday. He peered inside and that’s when he found the note.

“Oh goddammit,” he muttered, cross that Adam had outsmarted him. Adam had been so good for him, but Norton couldn’t deny that sometimes the things he did for Norton’s own good, he kind of hated. He loved having shed the extra pounds, and a part of Norton was touched that Adam made him did those hard things because he cared for him, but it was hard to feel endeared when you were feeling lazy, horny, and denied junkfood.

Norton grumbled and tossed the box in the recyclebin. It was overflowing, and the box slid to the floor.
“Goddammit,” Norton said again. “Well, I guess I should at least take the recycles out. That’s really not hard.” He hefted the plastic bag out of the bin with a grunt. When it slid free of the container, Norton realized there was something at the bottom of the bin, under the bag. There it was, in its shiny blue wrapper, was a rice krispy treat.

“No way… he didn’t.“ Norton picked it up and examined it in his hands. It was real. He tore open the packaging and took a big bite. “Oh my god,” he moaned. “These are so fucking good. Why are these so good?” As he ate it, Norton eyed the bag of recycleables. The box of treats in the pantry had been empty. So where had they all gone? “Oh…don’t tell me….”

On a hunch, Norton padded over to the kitchen sink and opened the double doors to the area where the cleaning supplies were kept. Wedged between the Windex and the 409, was another rice krispy treat.
“Oh Adam, you clever, clever bastard!” Norton heard himself laugh. “He knows me waaay too well.” He recalled a series of books he read as a little boy, about a Victorian family, and in one story a mother hid pennies around the house to make sure her children cleaned in all the right spots. It was just like that, except delicious delicious junk food.

And it turned out, it wasn’t just rice krispy treats. On the top of a pile of towels, he found a bite-size Mounds bar. In the washer in the laundry room, he found a Toostie Roll pop. Behind the dusty television, he found a small packet of M&Ms. Norton tore the house apart, and in the end was rewarded with a nice pile of candy to horde away for frustrating days.

When Adam came home to a clean house and a nice meal waiting for him. Norton greeted him with affection and love. He gave lots of kisses and was assured he would get his bath after dinner.

After dinner though, Adam asked Norton to polish his shoes before they took a bath. Norton was exhausted, but agreed since Adam put the dishes in the dishwasher. Norton went to the garage and was a tad disappointed when he pulled out the shoe cleaning box and found nothing fun inside of it. He polished the right shoe first, as he’d been taught. When he went to polish the left shoe, he heard something rattling inside. Norton turned the shoe over onto his hand, and onto his palm, fell the key to chastity device.

It was just then that he heard Adam turn on the bath water upstairs.

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Text is fictional.

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Donovan came out of the club because one of his friends had told him he’d left his lights on. When he saw the faggot on his car hood, he sighed. The lights probably attracted him. Damn. Wait that meant that there were shoe prints on the hood of his Rover! Donovan felt the vein in his forehead twitch. Faggots were so  troublesome, their desperation for a hot fuck and the attention of men made them oblivious to how some of their behavior affected others. Some bros were standing in a cluster on the sidewalk, watching the faggot twerk his ample bottom on the hood of his Rover. Sigh. This one was an attention whore too. Well, he had a nice body at least.

“HEY faggot,” Donovan shouted, rolling up his sleeves.
The young man froze and looked over his shoulder. The wide-eyed look was a force. They wanted to be caught and punished. They all did. 
“What the fuck you think you’re doing on my car? Did you pay for that car? No! Get off of that car!”
The faggot quickly slid off the hood, holding his pants up with one hand.

Donovan swooped in and pinned the faggot to the hood of the car, much like a cop who was arresting someone.
“Who said you could put your shoe prints on my car?”
“I – I’m sorry, Sir, I didn’t think about that Sir I just – I just-”
“Yeah I know, you’re horny right?”
He whimpers. “So horny Sir. I saw that your lights were on and thought you’d be out soon so I tried to look sexy-”
“Shut up,” I barked, annoyed. “Take your shirt off.”
“Yes sir,” he quickly replied. We pulled it off of him together, then I made him stand there next to the car while I used it to wipe the dusty sole marks off my car. After, I tossed it over my shoulder. “Now your pants.”
“Si-Sir, here?”
“Is this what you wanted or not? Get your shorts down now.”
He quickly pushed them down, exposing his bottom.
“Mmm…” I ran my palm over the curve of his ass, appreciating how he arched into me. “Horny little bitch faggot…” 

The faggot whimpered. I bent him back over the hood of my car.
My hand roamed forward, seeking, grasping. 
I chuckled. “Oh ho. What we have here? Who locked your tiny dicklet up boy?”
“My – my brother.”
I laughed. “God, you really do have to be kept on a short leash huh? It’s a goddamn family affair. I bet he’d love to hear what you’d been up to tonight.”
The faggot sniffled. “Please Sir, my brother’s straight. I’m so ..so…so horny I need your dick, your big wet, horny…delicious…” he moaned. I heard pre-cum drip on the ground.

I shook my head. “You’re a mess, boy.” I unzipped my pants.”But you’re making me horny, so I will fuck you.”
He lifted his head. “Oh really? Oh god thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou-”

I pushed his head back down. “Yeah just stay like that, bent over the hood of my car. It’s a nice view.” I found some condoms and some lube in my glovebox, and gave the faggot a real hard pounding, right there in the parking lot. His wild yowling attracted a whole gang of feral animals though… and we went through the whole bottle of lube sating that desperate faggot’s ass. He was so grateful for every dick we gave him, we put his mouth to good use too..

The mess wasn’t anything we had to worry about either. We still had his clothes for that. I didn’t clean his hand prints off my Rover for a few days though…I liked when others saw them there, and knew my conquest.

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“Barnaby what are you doing?”
”…Reading the paper. What does it look like I’m doing?”
No no, baby, it’s 6 in the morning. It’s time to sleep.“
“But…”
“Did you get out of bed for this?”
“Yeah but-”
“No no this won’t do.” I take the paper out of his hands and toss it down.
“Greg!” he insists.
“Barnaby, it’s sleep time. Tiiime for sleep. The sun is barely up. Come on. Come on now. Down to the pillow. Come on. Nice huh? It’s cuddle time.”
“Greg,” Barnaby protests.
“You know what comes after cuddle time?”
“Sleep time?” He asks.
“Sex time,” I explain, matter-of-factly.
“Oh,” Barnaby says. “I guess it is cuddle time then.”
“Mmhm. God you’re so warm Barnaby, come ‘ere.“

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“…JJ, are you ok?”
“Uh huh.”
“You don’t look ok.”
“I’m exhausted.”
“What have you been doing today?”
“I went to Pride with Stevie.”
“Oh so you did go?”
“Yeah Thom…I heard there was gonna be a lot of dicks, so I went.”
“Did you see dicks?” I ask.
“Uh huh. I saw a lot of dicks. All these hot guys were all giving me these fruity drinks. I partied waaaayyy too hard. You should have gone.”
“JJ,” I tsk. “You know I’m a private homosexual. I don’t flaunt. I prefer a nice port and a book of Basho’s poems.”
“You are so stuffy.”
“You are such a twink” I shoot back
“You’re still my best friend.”
“I know, I know.” I fold my arms. “If it helps, your butt looks fantastic. All those squats are paying off.”
“Really?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You wanna fuck me, Thom?”

I laugh. “JJ how can you think of sex? I thought you were exhausted.”
“I am. But I’m horny….thinking of all those hot guys today,” he groans.
“You didn’t get laid?”
“No, I was too busy keeping an eye on Stevie because you know the trouble he gets into when he’s horny.”
“Uh huh.”
“You sure you don’t wanna fuck me?”
“Mm. We haven’t done that in a while.”
“Fuck mee…” he begs, his voice muffled into the mattress.
I smile. There’s a reason we’ve been best friends since I moved in with him.

“Alright. I’ll take you up on it.”
“Yay.” He says.
I try not to giggle at the flat tone of his voice. JJ still hasn’t moved an inch.

I remove my clothing and fetch the right things – the lube, a wet cloth, a dry cloth, and condoms. JJ doesn’t say anything as I settle on the bed and sit next to his thighs.
“You awake?”
“Uh huh. Very much. Just not moving.”
“Good, good.” I clean him with a wet wipe, and then begin to massage his ass, kneading the big buns with my hands. I move up JJ’s back until he’s groaning. I work my way back down and then part his legs.
“You have such big balls, JJ, how on Earth do you carry those every day?”
JJ snorts. “Well, I wear three pairs of underwear to hold em up,” he jokes.
I chuckle and pinch his butt. “Goofball.”

I drizzle lube over his butt like syrup on pancakes.
“What are you doing with all that lube?” JJ mutters. “It’s cold.”
“I’ll heat you up soon enough.”
“Mmm.” JJ says, satisfied.

I slip on finger rubbers and begin the slow process of stretching and scissoring. Soon JJ can’t help not acting like potato and soon he begins to vocalize. The deeper I push my digits, the louder he groans and starts to wiggle his hips. “God that feels sooo good.”

When I push on his prostate, he groans and arches his back a little. “More~” he pleads.
I push my digits in and out of JJ’s hole which is loosening around me. I slide a third finger in and JJ hasn’t been quiet in several minutes. I realize the reason why he’s wiggling is that he’s trying to rub his cock against the bed. I place my other hand on the base of his spine. “Hold still, JJ,” I coo.
“But feelsgood…” he mutters.
I stroke the back of his balls with my clean hand. He moans loud and I smother a laugh. “You’re ready for me?”
“Hell yeah…fuck me. I’m ready. I’m so relaxed. You’re the best roommie ever.”
“We do get along pretty well,” I agree.

I discard the finger rubbers and slide a real one over my red, straining cock. It wants JJ’s ass. I straddle his shiny backside and position my cock right at his hole. I sigh in delight when his body does not resist at all. He opens up and pulls me in to his tight body.
“Very nice,” I say. “How do you feel?”
JJ cries out in need under me. “Don’t stay still – move. Fuck me, fuck meee~”
“Ok ok,” I reply. 

I shift my weight and thrust into him hard. JJ gasps. “Yes!”

I pull his hips up and set a familiar, traditional rhythm – in and down, out slow, in and down, out slow. JJ and I are soon crying out together. I push into his prostate and move his cock against the texture of the sheets, and he is loving being full of me. I’m sweating and grunting from the effort, because I want more of him with every motion.

“I’m coming!” JJ shouts, startling me, because his tone is loud and clear. His body goes very tight around me and he pushes his butt up to swallow all of me he can. I dig my fingers into his hips and bury myself balls deep into that hungry ass. JJ really did need a fucking. I can smell his cum as it pools under him. I feel a bit of pride in knowing I made him come hands-free.

“My turn,” I announce. He’s so tight! So hot! And suddenly my cum is pouring out of me, filling the condom. My head spins as the orgasms overwhelms. My breath hitches and I keen loud. “JJ! Oh lord JJ! …oh JJ you feel so good.”

“I can feel you fill the condom,” he replies. “So hot.”
“Did that hit the spot?”
“Mmhmm…” JJ hums. “I’m …I need a nap now,” he replies, matter of factly.
“Poor baby, you’re exhausted,” I tease.
“My life is hard,” he agrees with a yawn.

I pull out and JJ whines. “No, put it back~”
“Can’t. You made me all soft.” I pat his butt and tie off the condom. “Maybe later.”
“Ok…later…” and then JJ’s gone. He begins to snore.

I snort. It’s uncharacteristic. JJ cracks me up, I’m just not very emotive. I clean JJ up with a warm cloth and then place a blanket over him so he can sleep.

I go to shower and have some more port. One day, JJ will grow up and get ready to settle, and I will be waiting. For now, I am happy to stand back and let him live his twenties to the fullest. I do enjoy listening to all of his adventures with Stevie, but mostly because he won’t end up with Stevie. I’m sure of it.

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Text is fictional. It’s gay pride weekend here in Los Angeles!

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sorrygirlsisuckcock:

New favourite couple

“Oh my god, you’re actually going to kiss me.”
“Why are you grinning so hard yet cowering at the same time?” I tease.
“I – I don’t know! Because this is hilarious. And weird. And…I dunno.”
“Do you not want me to kiss you?”
“I don’t know! I mean, I’m straight but I…dunno,” Arturo giggles.
“God straight boys are so silly,” I chuckle. I lean forward, trapping him with two hands against the wall.
“Wait wait!”
“What?” I ask, finding it impossible not to smile although I’m a little exasperated.
“…No no, just do it,” Arturo replies. His cheeks must hurt by now. He hasn’t closed his mouth in like ten minutes.
“Ok fine,” I say with a shrug. His body language is confusing. His legs are forward but he’s leaning back, hands crossed over his chest like a mummy. Arturo’s tense. Nervous. He’s also really cute and looks great in blue. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
He giggles nervously. I feel like I”m at summer camp. I put my hands on either side of him and lean in, trapping him. He doesn’t turn his hed away. Our eyes meet momentarily. I close mine, and kiss him. His lips are firm and I can smell his cologne. I get a buzz immediately. To my surprise, he doesn’t blanch or pull away.
“Mnn…nnnf,” Arturo says.
I cup his chin and kiss him again. His arms relax.
“Mnnn…” he sighs.

Finally, I relent and break away. “…And that’s it,” I say cheerfully.
He blinks slowly and rubs his lips. “That uh…that was…different. I could feel your stubble a little.”
“Was it bad?” I asked, tilting my head.
“…I don’t know. It was different. Oh my god I can’t believe I just got kissed by a guy.”
“You said you were curious!”
“I did! And now I don’t know what to do with that information.”

I backed off and gave him some space. “Well, you’re a man now. You lost your bet and paid the price.“
Arturo looks pleased with this information. “And I’m still straight.”
“Well, good for you,” I reply, feeling a little disappointed.
“…Hey Marcus?”
“Yeah?”
“I have a question. I mean, not related to anything.”
”Go on,” I urge, folding my arms.
“Is it still gay if you just like to kiss guys? I mean, not have sex with them?”
I tilt my head. “Yeah, it’s call being a homo-romantic, heterosexual.”
Arturo’s face goes blank. “…A homo what now?”
“Oh straight boys. Come here Arty, sit down on the edge of the tub. We’re gonna have a little chat. And trust me, there is nothing wrong with kissing boys. Especially the way you kiss.” I watched him turn red, but I didn’t feel bad for enjoying it as much as I did.

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Text is fictional. From sense8, the tv show, apparently.

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Making sure your slave waits for you like a good boy. He hasn’t earned the privilege of being unsecured your home yet, so he’s kept in the bathroom like a good pet until you return. Lucky for him the bathmat is soft and he can get in a good nap, which will help pass the time and leave him well rested for his Master’s affection when he returns. 

One might pity the boy, left there, probably bored, but the slave is grateful. After years of rough living in the projects, in foster care, on the streets, with gangs…this quiet type of peace is what he craves most of all. And knowing someone is eager to come home to see him? It’s the cherry on the cake of the life he’s always wanted and needs.

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I go to our small fridge and kitchenette to start on breakfast. We’re just two college kids in a joint dorm room, but I liked to pretend I was keeping a neat apartment. I’ve been George’s official ‘companion’ since I was 13, since he had become too old for a governess. Even though he was passed 18 now, there was no way I was going to let him go off to university alone. I pull open the refrigerator door and blink.
“Oh Georgie,” I chuckle to myself. I pick the television remote out of the spot where a bottle of diet soda used to be. The plastic is cold. I walk back to the bedroom area, where George is sitting up but struggling to stay awake.
“Georgie, love?” I set the remote on the nightstand.
“I’m awake, I’m awake,” he mutters in his Hampton accent. He then yawns so hard his jaw cracks.
“No you’re not. Honey, I’m ordering you to go back to bed. You’re exhausted, pushing yourself so hard.”
“Nnnn can’t. I got class…” George fumbles for his glasses but knocks them off the table. He stares at them on the floor. “Damn.”
“I’ll call your friend Amy to take notes for you. You’re taking a huge class load this semester, you can miss English literature. Now come on.” I guide him backwards by the shoulder and he uncurls. “Come on. Into bed with you. Come on.” George grumbles, but he’s malleable under my direction. “That’s it now. Here’s your pillow.”
George latches onto his pillow and nuzzles back down to bed. “Aw yis, it’s still warm.”
I smile. “Now you rest. I’ll wake you for your chemistry class.”
“Mmmnnf. Dorian?”
“Yes Georgie?”
“Come snuggle with me.”

I smile. “You want me to snuggle with you?”
“You have to replace Bearington,” he slurs, nearly asleep.
I cluck. Poor lad, he’s losing it. Bearington was a large stuffed bear from his childhood that had not only fell apart, but was discovered that over one spring a mouse borrowed in and gave birth in it when Georgie was 14. We burnt it and buried Bearington’s ashes on his family estate.
“Well, I guess I can replace Bearington.” I don’t get under the covers because George tends to latch on, so I sit on top and stretch out next to him. George throws an arm over me and pulls me close, so my head is tucked under his chin.
“I’m glad you came with me,” he confesses, before falling back asleep.
I blush deep, even though he doesn’t see it. I don’t think George’s father would have let me go off to university with him if he knew George was gay. If only he knew how close we were…and how close we were becoming…  I felt very lucky indeed to watch my young charge grow up into a man. It would be a sad day when I handed him over to another man to marry, but some tiny private part of me hoped the one walking down the Georgie would be me.

I ended up not getting up after George dozed off. I just laid there, and thought about growing up with him, and what the future held. For the first time in years, I lost track of time, and when we both woke up, George was late for chemistry. 

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Text is fictional.

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How did it come to this? I mean, last time I checked I was a scruffy, carefree college student. Marriage, home-ownership, 9-5 jobs – those things were for chumps. I was out rock-climbing and kayaking. I backpacked India! and Europe! I went to bath houses in strange cities and had excellent sexual experiences with beautiful men. I was going to start a non-profit…or something….and change the world or something…

And how did I end up here? Didn’t it all start when I met Hugo on the back-packing trail? Weren’t were just going to be in an open-relationship, unbound, fun, and free? Cause trail relationships never work out? When did I become scared of that, and start to play it safe? Now I’m taking my work home with me because 40 hours is not enough hours to get it all done. Our names are on this house, because it’s more economical than renting. And I do believe the man whose arms are wrapped around my waist is thoroughly committed to me monogamously and loves me very much? And most of it all, why does our cat run this house? I haven’t sat down in two hours. I’m no Slytherin, I’m a Hufflepuff. No, I’m a doormat in front of the Hufflepuff house.

“Atlund,” my husband asks softly, “Are you overwhelmed with work tonight? We haven’t had a night together in a while…”I cringe. When he’s speaking softly, it’s not a good sign. It mean he’s scared of being rejected, but he’s still so needy and hopeful that he’s risking it. This is the man that brought surprise-afternoon-sex to our relationship. And now it’s down to him begging while I drown in paper at 8 pm on a Tuesday night. I feel his arms tightening around me. I understand what Hugo’s saying without another word. I’m drifting away, and he’s trying to tether me to him. I glance down at the papers in my hand and suddenly, they’re meaningless.

”Hey Hugo?” I ask, tossing the papers onto the desk. One piece slides off the desk, over the cat. She doesn’t seem to care and resumes cat loafing.
”Yeah Atlund?” he asks, hopeful.
”You know what? I hate this.”
Hugo tenses. “…Oh my god, you hate me?”
My eyes go wide. I spin around and cup his face in my hands. “No, no no no, I didn’t mean it like that, I’m sorry. I mean – this.” I gesture with my hand. “I hate this, this…thing I’ve become. Let’s … let’s go.”
He sputters. “Go where?”
”South Asia. Let’s go buy a motorbike in Thailand and ride it across South Asia, and then we’ll meet up with your brother working in China.”
Hugo gasps.
”The distribution center you’re working for is merging and consolidating, right?”
He nods briskly.
”And you seem so burnt out. Volunteer to quit, they’ll probably give you severance. I’ll quit my job, we’ll rent the house for income, live off our savings, and spend those weeks relearning why we fell in love in the first place, and figure out how to live our lives right this time. God, I miss kayaking.”

Hugo looks frankly astonished. “…Am I asleep?” he finally asks, cautiously.
I hear a strange sound, then I realize it was me laughing. It’d been so long I almost didn’t recognize it. “No. No you’re not. I’ve been asleep. I got lulled into this stupid work/spend cycle and lost focus of what was important. You. Us. I can’t enjoy living unless I get time to love you.”
Hugo sniffles and his bottom lip quivers. He takes a deep breath. “Ok.” He says. “Ok, let’s do this. Let’s …let’s go. Wait.”
”What?” I ask, my eyes searching his face.
“What about Mittens?”
I glance at the cat. “We’ll give her to my sister. Our niece looooves her.”
Hugo nods, still seemingly a little stunned. “Wow. There really is an answer to everything.”
”Then let’s go.”
He smiles. “Yeah. Let’s go.”
I hook my fingers in his belt loops. “Why don’t we celebrate our renewal by spending the rest of the evening having the dirtiest sex we can imagine?”
Hugo’s blank face slides into a smirk. “You wanna do it bareback? Me slamming again you, making the headboard bang against the wall?”
I groan. “Shit, I just want you fucking me. You do it in whatever pose you want.” I cup him between his legs and rub. “Oh man, Hugo, I forgot how hot you are… I want this. I want you. I want you so goddamn bad. God, how could I have ignored this for so long?”

Hugo jumps on me and kisses me, our lips roiling and colliding. I omit a muffled cry of bliss and bring our hips together. His shirt lands on the cat. Mittens seems miffed and goes off to do cat stuff.

Apparently, ‘dirty’ meant banging me right against the desk and getting cum and sweat all over the TPS reports… but we made it to the bed. Eventually.

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