#me: is a dick and responds to that revelation with that's cute as fuck dude

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#me: sits up talking with this girl until 6am a couple times a week for weeks and on one notable occasion chats to her for 11 straight hours #me: calls this girl adorable to her face (over video chat bc pandemic) and after calling her cats cute says don't worry you're just as cute #me: when this girl jokes that she's jealous of my dnd romance plot and says she should make a character to hit on my character #I say: that's cute as fuck dude you gotta do it #this girl: has a crisis because I called her dude and she thinks that means I'm giving her a hint that I'm not into her #me: is a dick and responds to that revelation with that's cute as fuck dude #the global pandemic: is happening and is preventing us from hanging out in person and is literally so homophobic for that #I'm so gone on this girl dude 😭 #can't stop cracking up about this crazy cool confident af girl having a crisis cos I called her dude in the middle of telling her she's cut #also apparently I said something like oh I can't believe we weren't friends sooner and she had a pure crisis #but I literally met her in the pouring rain and freezing cold to go for a walk that was just us sheltering under a canopy for hours chattin #and she's like aw maybe she's like that with all her pals 😂😂 #CUTE AS F*CK MAN #WTF #had to get this out somewhere bc I'm internally screaming I can't fkn cope #god also she changed my name on whatsapp to ma dude which is so dumb and also so cute I'm dying

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warning: mentions of past bullying/homophobia because it kyle

Kyle Valenti had prepared for a lot of up and downs in life. It came with the territory of being pre-med.

What he had not prepared for was coming home for Christmas break after his very first semester in college to see that his father had moved in Alex Manes so he didn’t get shipped off to war. He was even further less prepared for the following two weeks of seeing Alex Manes in increasingly more compromising situations--bent over to get something out of the oven, reaching up to get laundry detergent, stretching in the morning, parading around shirtless before bed, choosing tight little biking shorts to run in, sweating after working out, working out, just to name a few. 

By far, the last thing he’d been prepared for was, when his parents were at the station’s Christmas party, getting a little too drunk on whiskey with Alex Manes in a hot tub while discussing Lord of the Rings which somehow led to giving him head on the back porch like a fucking disaster who had no self control.

Now it was morning and Kyle was replaying the entire night over and over, staring at his bedroom ceiling with wide eyes. Up until college, Kyle had figured he was 100% straight. He’d seen cute guys, but no one he’d actually want to do anything with and, to him, that felt heterosexual enough. But those measly three and a half months that he’d spent at UNM had completely fucked up his world. Who knew so many boys got hot after high school?

But, still, he’d never really thought about acting on it outside of a fleeting, intrusive thought. Those thoughts got more frequent and stayed a little longer with Alex in his house, but he thought he had control. He thought it wasn’t a problem. Clearly he was very wrong.

In the next room over, Alex was sleeping in what used to be the guest bedroom. Disgust filled his mind as he remembered his parents explaining that having Alex around would be just like having a brother. You grew up together, they’d said, it’s no different than an adoptive sibling. There was nothing brotherly about the way he thought about Alex.

When someone knocked on Kyle’s door, he sat up and immediately started thinking of ways to explain himself. It was an accident, he didn’t mean to get on his knees. He simply fell. Alex went to help him, it was totally innocent when his shorts slipped off his hips. Water was heavy, you know? Besides, he wet ass-print on the wall had to be dry by now, there was absolutely no evidence that anything had been done for a long period of time. 

“Come in,” he said, voice slightly strained. Funnily enough, he wasn’t even hung over. At least, not on the whiskey.

Alex peeked his head in, seeing a little hesitant as he stared at him. His hair was ruffled, his septum piercing crooked, and, instead of his usual shirtless morning body, he had on a baggy sweater that engulfed him entirely. Kyle wanted to die. Why the fuck was that attractive? Who was calling the shots in his brain? He’d like to have a talk with them.

“Hey,” Alex said, clearing his throat, “Could we, uh, talk for a sec?”

“Yeah,” Kyle said, fidgeting in his bed. 

Alex entered the room completely and closed the door behind him. He seemed hesitant to come near him, but he did anyway. Kyle prepared himself for the absolute shit show about to come. He knew it would be bad because, honestly, he didn’t know what he wanted him to say. Did he want to be rejected? Did he want to find out what his lips tasted like? They’d skipped the kissing stage on accident.

“Um,” Alex whispered, his sleeves pulled over his hands as he tried to look natural. He just looked scared. “I just wanted to apologize about last night. I-If I made you feel like you had to do something you didn’t want to or just made you feel uncomfortable in anyway, I’m genuinely sorry. The whole lead up is blurry, so I don’t know if...”

“No,” Kyle jumped in, shaking his head, “No, dude, no. That’s, that’s not what happened.”

Alex eyed him and nodded slowly, not quite believing him. Which made sense. They had a weird time in high school. Or, just, bad. A bad time in high school. Why exactly was Alex the one apologizing again?

“I’m sorry,” Kyle added, “If I made you feel like-”

“No,” Alex said, voice soft and adorable and what the fuck, “No, I wanted it.” Kyle swallowed harshly. Was it getting hot in here? “I just, I know how you feel--or, felt, I guess--about me being gay and I wasn’t sure if there was some miscommunication happening. Because, like, I don’t actually remember any communication happening at all.”

“No, look, I’m sorry. About high school. All of it, I was stupid and confused,” Kyle told him, watching Alex’s eyebrows furrow a little bit, “I’m still stupid and confused. I do know I don’t... regret it. But I am still trying to wrap my head around it.” Alex didn’t say anything, simply nodding to show he was listening but didn’t want to put any words in his mouth. “Like, does this mean I’m gay now?”

Alex smiled a little in relief, shaking his head, “No.”

“Well, do you know what it does mean?” Kyle asked, “Because I definitely enjoyed myself, but I have never wanted to do that before the last, like, week. Then I get the opportunity and I throw caution to the wind. How’s that for impulse control?”

Alex gave a little laugh and it eased Kyle’s mind a bit more. 

“Um, could mean a couple things. Could mean you were just experimenting which is normal. Could mean you’re bi or something. It, uh, it takes awhile to really find a good word. Even then, it’s hard to know if it’s permanent. Stuff’s weird,” Alex explained, shrugging his shoulders. Kyle licked his lips and then moved his legs to sit criss-cross, giving Alex a space to sit on his bed. It took a little bit of silent confirmation before he did so.

“So, I’m gonna be confused for the rest of my life?”

“Not necessarily,” Alex said, biting his lips momentarily and Kyle really felt like it was on purpose, “Like, for me, I know I’m gay. I know I only want to have sex with men. But sometimes I still am like, okay, am I really though? Which, I don’t know, I think it’s pretty normal ‘cause, you know, heteronormativity is a thing.”

“Heteronormativity?” Kyle repeated. Alex again gave that sweet little smile.

“You know, like, thinking being straight is the default in society and, because of that, it makes it hard to understand your own sexuality and your own outlook on life because, well, it’s different from what’s been instilled in you from a young age,” Alex rambled. Maybe he was a little hungover because it felt like he was getting a little too fancy for first thing in the morning.

“Right, so what I’m hearing is that wanting to see you naked and wanting  to get your dick in my mouth was the beginning to a whole goddamn deconstruction of the way I view my own personality and, by extension, existence,” Kyle responded. Alex’s cheeks were a little flushed as the more blunt statement, but he nodded nonetheless. “Cool. Nothing quite like an existential crisis for breakfast.”

Alex gave a more genuine laugh this time and Kyle felt like, of all the things to be confused about right now, his mouth was not one of them.

“So, you’re not mad?” Alex clarified. 

“No,” Kyle said honestly, “But I’m sorry I was a dick to you in high school for clearly my own issues.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not.”

“Yeah,” Alex agreed, licking his lips. He again pulled on his sleeves. “So... What now?”

Kyle didn’t have an answer. In fact, all he could do was stare at Alex and his lips and his cheekbones and his crooked little septum ring. He glanced up at Alex’s eyes for a moment before letting his gaze drift back down to his lips, feeling a little overwhelmed with desire. It was really hard to have a full freak out about things when Alex was literally sitting on his bed and looking too good to fathom.

Kyle lifted his hand mindless towards Alex’s face and was only remembered that it was weird when Alex flinched in response.

“Sorry,” he said, “Can I?”

Alex looked a little concerned about what he was asking for, but he gave a short nod to say that he trusted him not to be cruel. Kyle took that as the best thing he’d ever seen, but also acknowledged that he had a lot more to work on than just his own self-discovery. He should definitely work on making things up to Alex.

But, for that moment, he straightened out the little metal piece and rested his hand on the side of Alex’s neck. Alex just watched him, waiting for him to be the one to make the first move. So he did.

Kyle moved in slowly, telling himself he’d already gone way further than a kiss and so it shouldn’t be scary. It was still terrifying. He could feel Alex swallow harshly as he got close. Then they closed the gap.

The kiss was short and PG and, honestly, a little awkward. Yeah, they definitely need to fix some other things before this would be as fun as it was last night. 

Alex gave a short little laugh as they pulled apart, eyes sweet and kind and really helping Kyle make more sense of the world. How the hell had he ever been mean to him?

“Maybe we should go downstairs so you parents don’t get any ideas?” Alex suggested. Kyle nodded, tempted to kiss him once more just because. He knew it would be a little weird, though, and wasn’t sure if Alex wanted him to, so he didn’t. “And, don’t worry, I’ll keep your little revelation to myself.”

“Thanks,” Kyle said, feeling a little relieved over that despite not having considered that he would’ve told anyone. This was so fucking weird. 

“And, when you go back to school, you know you can always call me if you need to talk about it. I get that it’s hard,” Alex offered. Man, Kyle really wanted to kiss him again.

“Can I kiss you again?” Kyle asked. Alex laughed and rolled his eyes.

“Just a little bit.”

“Fair enough,” Kyle agreed, leaning forward with a little more confidence. The kiss was better than the first one, more comfortable and expected. It still didn’t go past anything you’d see on Disney Channel, but it had Kyle feeling ready to start his day.

“Okay,” Alex said against his lips, “Ready to go pretend like we didn’t defile your family’s backyard?”

“Yeah,” Kyle said, “But I can’t wait to do it again.”

Alex snorted a laugh and stood up off the bed.

“You sound so sure it’ll happen again.”

“Oh, it won’t?”

“We’ll see.”

And Kyle was definitely willing to wait.

#kylex #kylex fic #kyle valenti #alex manes #roswell new mexico #my fic

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Did You Miss Me?

Luke climbed into the car to head back to the hotel. He had so much pent up energy from being stuck in a room doing interviews and promos all day, and he was bouncing in his seat eager to go out with the guys. Michael insisted he couldn't stay out too late because Jinx would be calling, but Ashton and Calum were up for it. Luke rolled his eyes at the two of them whispering and giggling together. Ashton insisted they all get changed before going back out, so Luke figured he could put on a new shirt, maybe call Lola while he waited. 

"We're not waiting for you if you're not back in thirty minutes." Ashton poked Luke in the ribs as they got in the elevator. 

"Whatever," Luke smirked. "You're the one that takes forever on your hair." 

Luke's room was closest to the elevator. "Have fun dude," Calum laughed, clapping him on the shoulder before heading down the hall towards his own room. 

Luke was confused, but that wasn't unusual so he shrugged it off and opened the door. He noticed the bathroom light was on and hesitated, almost certain he'd turned everything off. It wasn't until he saw her standing by the window everything clicked on his brain. Locking the door, he crossed the room. He stopped just in front of her, his eyes taking her in before he touched her.

Lola smiled, thoroughly enjoying Luke's reaction. The way his blue eyes were wide and bright roaming her body before meeting her dark eyes staring back at him, the way his cheeks flushed such a pretty shade of pink when he got excited or aroused made her wet just looking at him. In her heels they were the same height so when she closed the gap between them her chest brushing up against his.

"Are you gonna kiss me or just stand there?" Lola tilted her head, kissing him before he could make a move. Instantly Luke's hands were cupping her ass trying to pull her closer to him, grinding his hips against hers as he smothered her in kisses across her neck and collarbone. 

"I've missed you," he whispered against her skin. "I've missed you so much." 

"I see that." Lola slid her hands down his chest and pressed her thigh between his legs feeling his erection against her leg. Laughing she pushed him away, "go shower, and then we'll play." 

"Join me," Luke whined, tugging her hand. 

"No way Curls." Lola shook her head and sat down, tossing her dark hair over her shoulder. "I didn't do my hair and makeup and look this cute just to get in the shower." 

Luke pouted, but turned to head to the bathroom when he looked back over her shoulder and have her a wink. Walking away he swished his hips slightly and she raised her eyebrows. His ass always looked amazing in those tight pants he favored, and Lola licked her lips anticipating what was to come.

She heard the water shut off, Luke mumbling and cursing, as he fumbled around with his prep kit she'd set up in the bathroom. He was like a clumsy puppy when he got excited, all adorable and cute, getting himself so tangled up with his own lanky frame. The door opened and all thoughts of adorable vanished as Luke came out wearing nothing but a towel slung low across his hips and his silver lock and chain around his neck. 

"Where do you want me, mi amor?" Luke raised his eyebrows. 

"Over by the window." Lola uncrossed her legs and stood up. She walked up behind him as he stood at the giant window overlooking the city. She wrapped her arms around his chest, her teeth nibbling his ear. Luke sighed and clasped her hands in his, leaning back into her. She raked her nails lightly across his skin making him squirm slightly before reaching down and running her finger along where the towel touched his waist.  

"Won't people be able to see?" He asked as she moved them both closer to the glass. 

"Not if we turn out the lights. We're really high up you know," Lola purred, palming him over the towel. "I really want to fuck you while you're pressed against this window. You're such a pretty boy, I wish they could see you." She grazed her teeth against his shoulder causing a tiny moan to escape his lips. 

"Reina, please." Luke turned around to face her. He needed to kiss her, and she pressed her lips to his backing him up against the window, allowing them to become tangled up in each other. They stayed like that for several minutes before Luke was the first to break away.

"Please,' he begged as her lips found his neck. "I need to feel you, all of you." 

"Turn around, put your hands on the glass," she told him, pulling back and walking towards the bed. Luke heard the rustle of fabric and the sound of zippers before the lights went out leaving him bathed in the city lights below.

Lola stepped up behind him trailing kisses up his spine and across his shoulder blades. She pulled the towel away and he shivered from both the slight chill and the feeling of being exposed to the people below. He rolled his hips slowly back towards her, grinning as he felt the tapered toy in harness nudging against his skin. 

"Are you ready for me?" Lola whispered and Luke nodded, bouncing his ass with a giggle. 

"I've been ready for weeks, mi amor. Missed you, missed us," he told her.

Lola spread his cheeks apart, removing the plug he'd inserted after his shower to get him stretched out for her a bit. He moaned as it slid out of his tight hole, arching his back, pressing his chest against the glass. Lola lubed the toy up before teasing his entrance with the small tip. He whimpered when she reached around, her fingers gently grazing his dick. He was already hard for her, his length twitching against his belly. Lola began to stroke his cock and she slowly eased the toy into his ass until she was fully inside him.

"Is that ok baby? You feel good?" She started to set a rhythm, steady and slow adding more lube as she went. "Too bad everyone can't see you right now? I love watching you in interviews knowing an hour before I had you with your cock out begging me to let you cum. Knowing you went onstage that night after you came in your blue panties, that was so fucking hot. You remember that?" 

"Oh God yes, that was an amazing show. You're always so good to me, oh fuck that feels good." Luke's voice was whiny as his hips bucked back against her. He moved so his hands were over his head bracing against the window while he looked back at her over his shoulder. She stopped, letting him fuck himself on the toy, landing a few smacks on his ass and thighs. 

"I'm getting close, can I cum? Please?" Lola felt his cock straining under her hand as he spoke. 

She let go and grabbed his hips instead. 

"Go ahead then, cum for me Curls," she snapped her hips and drove her toy into him as he began to stroke himself. 

Luke jerked himself as she fucked him, increasing her speed and rocking against him to hit every pleasure spot. Lola was panting along with him, getting extremely aroused feeding off his energy and desperately needing attention herself. She heard the grunts coming from the back of his throat and began to thrust harder. Luke reached his climax with a shout, spilling out all over his hand and thighs. She continued fucking him cum coming out of him until he'd left trails on the glass and his thighs were quaking. 

She pulled out, and Luke collapsed onto his knees. He was still feeling aftershocks from his orgasm, and she let him recover she slipped the harness off leaving her in just her bra and now soaked panties. She grabbed a towel and stepped around Luke bending down to wipe the window clean. Before she could straighten up, Luke's large hands pushing her thighs apart and tugging her her panties down before tossing them out of the way. She gasped when he buried his tongue in her heat. Dragging his lips along her folds and flicking his tongue against her clit caused Lola to let a soft moan escape her. Luke kept sucking and licking causing her moans to grow louder and louder. 

"We should go to bed," she protested when he paused to catch his breath. 

"No," he responded, sliding between her legs so he could lay on his back while lowering her down with him. "Let them see how beautiful you are. I want the whole city to hear you cum."

"I'm too heavy," Lola tried to get up, but Luke wouldn't let go until her hormones won out over insecurity. 

She carefully straddled his face, clutching his curls in one hand and bracing herself against the window with the other. Looking down and out at the city Lola cried out as Luke expertly curled his tongue inside her, rocking his face against her clit, keeping it stimulated. She knew she couldn't last long with Luke this determined to get her off, his lips humming against her skin, lapping up her arousal, tongue dancing and teasing her into oblivion. Her thighs clamped down against his ears as Luke wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking gently and bringing her tumbling over the edge. 

Lola eased herself off of Luke and started to try to stand up, but Luke wasn't finished with her. 

"Reina, mi amor, I need you, please," he pleaded pulling her up on her knees and up against the window. 

"Luke, baby, yes, yes, yes." Lola guided his cock to her core, hissing with pleasure as he sank deep inside her while wrapping his arms around her, pulling her closer. They moved together, his chest pressed close to her back, slowly reveling in the pleasure they enjoyed together, senses tingling and alive. He buried his face in her neck, kissing and nibbling every inch of skin his mouth could find.

"Let the whole world see how much I love you," Luke murmured in her ear. "You're perfect for me, and nothing's ever been this good." Luke bit his lip, trying not to moan, as he lost himself in bliss. 

Lola stopped him and he looked confused until she straddled him so that they were both sitting up face to face. Luke smothered her in kisses and praise while Lola watched his face as they made love bathed in moonlight. Her walls clenched against him as she rolled her hips against his feeling her orgasm creep up on her. Luke thrust into her, feeling her come undone around him, and trying to prolong her high as long as possible. Once she started calling out his name and felt her nails digging into his back he couldn't hold out much longer his orgasm following closely behind hers. He clung to her as they rode out their climaxes together. They stayed like that, bodies entwined, Luke's cock still buried inside her, his hands in her hair, and his heart in her hands. 

 @toofadedtofight​ @kiiiimberlyriiiicker1995​ @ghostofmashton​ @5sosnsfw​ @dammitbands​ @irwinkitten​ @sexgodashton​ @maluminspace​ @kchillout​

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prompt: happy adam -🐝🐝🐝

Too unrealistic.I kid, I kid.

November 2019Adam wakes up with a mouthful of red-blond hair, a tingling arm, and a crick in his neck.  Oh no.

The hair moves and some of the feeling starts to come back to his hand.  He flexes his fingers, grimacing through the pins and needles as he tries to figure out how to get out of this without disturbing his companion, and something licks his fingers.  Even numb, the sensation is unmistakable.“Ugh.”  The hair whines at him and turns and licks his chin.  Adam wrinkles his nose and turns away from the attention and gets a very wet nose pressing into his Adam’s apple.  He clearly made himself quite cosy overnight.  “Fox, come on.  Lemme up.”  Fox does not move and rolls onto his belly, cutting off the blood in Adam’s arm again.  Adam rubs Fox’s belly and says, with more sternness than he feels, “You’re lucky you’re cute.”  Fox’s tail wags and his tongue lolls out, breathing dog breath on Adam’s face.  “You’re gross.  Get up.”The dog blinks his amber eye and rolls onto his side before standing up, leaning over to nose at Adam’s face again as he stretches and gets up.  He twists as Adam goes into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, and eventually follows after to sit in the doorway and watch.  Adam watches him back.This wasn’t supposed to be permanent, but now the idea of waking up and being alone again in his apartment is hopelessly depressing.  He’s even getting used to waking up spooning Fox, who doesn’t seem to understand the “stay at the foot of the bed rule”.  He really is lucky he’s cute.  Fox mostly watches Adam go about the rest of his morning, with a kind of patience Adam hadn’t anticipated when he agreed to foster him.  He seems perfectly content to wait until Adam’s ready to take him out most mornings, so long as Adam pets him everytime he walks past and so long as he gets his breakfast on time.  “Spoiled,” Adam tells him, like he does every morning.  The dog eats better than he does, but he’s loathe to admit that he prefers it that way; he didn’t bring this thing into his house to not treat it properly.  Fox, for his part, never contests being called spoiled and seems to revel in it.  He dances a little as Adam fills his bowls and wraps his medicine in a piece of cold-cut turkey.Across the room, Skype chimes at him.  Adam sets the bowls on the floor and steps over Fox to answer the call.  “So I was on the bus today,” Noah says, without preamble.  “And this dude in a suit sits next to me with a legal pad that just had the word ‘muppets’ written on it.”“You saw that on Tumblr,” Adam says.  “You need new material.”Noah huffs and takes an indignant drag from his cigarette.  It might be a cigarette.  It might also be a joint.  Adam can’t quite tell.  “I don’t have the time to be genuinely clever anymore.  Being an adjunct sucks, man.  It’s like having a job.”Adam wanders back into his kitchen to get his coffee mug, patting Fox as he goes.  “It is a job.  You’ve been there for almost three years.”“Don’t remind me.”  Noah takes another drag and peers into the camera like he can see into Adam’s apartment better.  “Every day gets me closer to my tenure.  Where’s Fox?”“Eating,” Adam tells him when he comes back.  “It’s raining and he hates getting his feet wet, so we’re waiting for it to stop to go for a w-a-l-k in the p-a-r-k.”“Same, if by all that you mean enjoying my day off doing fuck all.”  It’s definitely a joint, then.  “Have you heard from everyone?”  Adam goes to his email in another window, deleting notifications from job hunting websites trying to get him to become a CDL driver despite his chosen parameters, and apartment listings that are no longer relevant.  There’s even a good, old-fashioned porn bot hiding in his spam folder, highly suspect and definitely carrying something unsavory.  It spelled his name wrong (Ada Paraishe sounds like a nice girl, though) and seems to think he’s interested in frisky “big-titted” co-eds, because, obviously, he is, possessing both a dick and a college degree.  It gets deleted.  Another, from an adult site he does subscribe to, gets filed away for later perusal.  “They’re good, enjoying the open road and Gansey’s semester off.”  Noah is reading something else on his screen, his tone slightly absent.  “Henry said they might head out this way if we can make the time to see them next month.  I told him I’d talk to you about it.”“Far be it from me to get in your way.  They’re all, like, yours.”  “They miss you, too, and it’s not that far out of the way when they’re driving aimlessly across the country like this.  He said they’d bring Ronan.”Adam makes a sound that’s equally laugh and groan.  Fox trots over to see what’s wrong, jumping up on his hind legs to whine at Adam’s neck.  Dismayed, Noah asks, “Did you fight?”“No, no, we didn’t fight.  He’s coming in a few weeks, spending the month.”  He sets his mug down to scratch Fox roughly about the ears the way he likes it.  “Fox misses him.  Don’t you?  You miss Ronan?”  Fox’s ears go back and his tail wags so hard it makes him stumble.  He whines and looks at the door like he’s expecting Ronan to walk in at any minute.  “Just Fox, I’m sure,” Noah muses.  “It’s definitely just Fox.”  Fox waves his paw at Adam for more attention the moment he looks away.  “You just miss getting laid, you fiend.”Adam laughs.  “Yeah, that’s all I miss.”Ronan got a hotel room for that exact reason, at least for the first few days.  He was strangely prudish about being despoiled in the dog’s presence.  It’s like he’s forgotten that Adam’s apartment is nearly three times the size of the one he’d had in New York, with enough doors to keep Fox out of the bedroom for an hour or two.  Or more.  Probably more.  It’s been three months.“Your hands are probably all calloused again,” Noah says.  His grin is salacious.  “He’s gonna love it.”“If you think I’ve been jerking off to the point of having callouses, you’re more stoned than I thought.”Noah looks at his joint, considering it for a long, long moment, before shrugging and bringing it to his mouth again.  “Whatever.  I don’t have anywhere to be today.  Tell me I’m wrong, though.  I know I’m not.”Adam raises his eyebrows.  “You sure about that?”“Is that an invitation to investigate my claim?”“Six hours isn’t that far.”“It’s an hour by plane and if you keep joking like that and I’m gonna get the wrong idea,” Noah says.“Joking or not, you already have the wrong idea,” Adam retorts.  Fox rests his head on Adam’s thigh and huffs, his one eye meeting Adam’s and glancing at the window meaningfully.  Adam leans over to lift the shade.  “I’ve gotta go, sun’s finally out and Fox is probably dying.”Noah waves the joint at the webcam.   “Go, enjoy your outing and your vitamin D.  I’m trying to not look stupid at the next faculty meeting, I’ll be here all day.”  He doesn’t wait for Adam to disconnect and ends the call.Adam pulls shorts on over his boxers and rummages around for a clean pair of socks while Fox’s patience starts to run out in the next room.  He even starts whining, guilting Adam into nearly forgetting his keys.  As he gets Fox into his harness for the day, he apologizes (”I know, buddy, I know, I’m hurrying”), his phone buzzes.  hey loserAdam smiles, responds, and tucks it into his pocket as he ushers Fox outside.Hey yourself, Lynch.

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