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hclyness:
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The plastic dome of a cake carrier stared at him for the entire morning. Ambrose did his best to whittle down the amount of assorted cookies inside, but there were still too many to count. Honest to the dead sea, he wasn’t sure what possessed a particularly anxious friend to ‘gift’ the bundle to him.
Was it because his face has been looking rather gaunt lately?
He wasn’t sure, but he sure as hell knew he couldn’t finish the damn mountain of sweets by himself.
“Please, take a few. Hell, take them all.” Words came with a clear plea for the other to agree. “I ate five already, and I’m fit to burst if I have another crumb.” He’s very well aware of how dramatic he sounded, but just the thought of eating another cookie made his stomach churn.
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Lost in his own mind, Connor found himself places he hadn’t meant to go often these days. Standing around watching Richie work was going to drive him nuts if he didn’t get out. That’s all he really knew. Sometimes he just started walking. Yes, he’d check the secuirty systems and often he’d leave Nuka back at the house but today he’d brought the german shepard cross with him. They’d just started walking. Moving. Doing something. Exporing the town and its people made Connor at least feel slightly more protductive than simply standing. Checking over every little thing in the house. It was going to drive him mad.
He blinked at the stranger spoke up to him. His green eyes darted down towards the cookies and Connor started to shake his head. His guilty pleasure was saulty foods and even then his selfcontrol often stopped him from indulging. “Oh, no. Thank you, sir but I am fine.” Connor stepped back a bit. He eyed the arragment for a second longer. “I don’t mean to be rude but why so many?”
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hcller:
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The late night atmosphere was absolutely chilling.
Moonlight barely illuminated the sky, and the air hardly stirred. The only light within the stretch of road was a dim streetlamp and the cherry of his cigarette; glowing and fading in intervals with each breath. A perfect scene for some cheap thriller in his opinion.
Yet he didn’t really mind it as much as probably should have.
It wasn’t until he was met with the unseen feeling of another’s presence, did he slow his steps. “You also on an extremely early walk at one in the morning?” he asked, loud enough for his voice to echo slightly. “Or are you just looking for trouble?”
“Fuck.” Connor hissed in the darkness as he flicked his lighter. “Co’mon.” He grunted, lips wrapped around a dart. He couldn’t sleep. Why couldn’t he slept? God only knows. These past few weeks had been wering him down bit, by bit. It didn’t help that he seemed to be the only one on high alert even with two of Richie’s siblings having found him with in the same month. The thought itched at Connor’s brain.
He needed the cold night air. Needed to take Nuka, his german shepard cross, for a walk. He needed, more than anything, a smoke. His lungs ached for nicotine and, of course, his lighter wasn’t working. Tossing it down, Connor felt his heart drop before seeing the small glow of another smoker’s cherry up the street.
Caustionly, Connor approached. “Only thing m’looking for is to borrow a light.” He admitted, his hand moving to rub the back of his head. “Do you mind?” He asked as Nuke sat at his feet. He hadn’t bothered to leash her. She wouldn’t go anywhere for anything.
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zachcrywoods:
It took every inch of him to not stare but it was hard to do so when the gym walls were basically covered in mirrors. Still, he decided he’d just look down at the weights and stand like an idiot for a bit until he figured out if he wanted to start off hard and impress the other, or seem weak and start off with smaller weights. Ultimately, he decided on the fifty pound weights rather than the seventy, simply because he didn’t want to cramp his arm. When the other joined him, he couldn’t help but to meet his gaze. The tips of his ear already turning a slight shade of red at the sight of him. It was a silly little crush, but that mainly happened when he realized the other actually liked reading. Come on now, who else walked around here and enjoyed a book? Exactly, not a lot of people. “It’s okay.” he added with a slight smile as he grabbed the weights to begin. He figured he could work more on his arms, maybe even have the energy to carry more than just half a dozen books at once.
As he spoke more, Zach glanced over at his reflection in the mirror. “A party huh? Well, can’t you take off and tell your boss you have a family emergency?” he asked in between his work out. However, the fifty pound dumbbells’ were beginning to seem more lighter so he placed them back on the rack to grab a heavier set. “I did just get off of work, didn’t even have to go home to pick anything up because that’s how slow it was tonight.” he added - not that the other needed the explanation.
“-And yes, your book is in, but I was unable to call you because I had to restock the shelves today so that took up half my time. I’m a horrible clerk, please don’t get me fired.” he added in a playful manner. “Will you stop by to pick it up tomorrow, or would you like me to bring it here if you’ll be here?” he asked and while he hoped it didn’t seem so weird to even ask, a part of him wondered if he would stop by. At times, it just felt nice to have his company at the shop. No one was ever there to bother him, so was it wrong to hope?
Laying back on the bench, Connor kicked his legs out and stretched for a second before letting his eyes close for a moment. His body hurt in all the best ways. The strain of working out settled across him now and an exhaustion he rarely let show began to worm its way into his muscles. The truth was, Connor barely slept. It had been months since he got a good nights sleep. Ever since William’s attack on Richie he hadn’t been able to settle in at the end of the night. His mind would race. A need to look at all the security cameras one more time forced him awake often. Some nights that wasn’t enough. Sometimes Connor would get out of bed and check on Richie, do a walk of the grounds, and then settle back in only to worry he missed something or someone. His paranoia kept them alive but it was wearing him out.
A small laugh that lacked any humor broke Connor’s throat at Zach’s words. “Doesn’t work like that.” He shook his head. “Families all dead and Richie knows that.” Connor shrugged as he spoke. Besides that there was no way in hell he was letting Richie attend that party alone. Over his dead body. God he’d rather burn alive that sit at home and not know what was going on with the one man he’d been trained his whole life to protect. “At least you have a bunch of shit to read, right?” Connor asked opening his eyes again to look at Zach. His gaze even as the other man did his curls. He was looking good these days. Stronger than when they’d met.
This time with Connor laughed, it was much lighter than before. His chest moved the with sound and he actually smiled. “Oh yeah. I’ll complain to your boss and everything. Probably wont just fire you but throw you out on the spot.” He teased before sitting up slowly. He moved to the floor to stretch his legs out and touch his toes. The last thing he wanted was to be stiff in the morning. “Thanks but I’ll swing by and pick it up tomorrow morning.” He promised before switching legs he was stretching. “You work tomorrow in the morning?” Connor asked with a raised eye brow. He didn’t want to deal with anyone else but Zach tomorrow. It was going to be a stressful enough day as it was with the party.
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lukafrankson:
Luka was a man who was rarely out of control. Everything he did was cold, calculated, and usually completely and utterly morally wrong. So, tonight, with his mind and body wanting to act on impulse; on feeling… Yeah, it fucking pissed him off. It made him desperate to regain any kind of control he possibly could. So, of course as soon as Connor decided to so much as challenge that Luka wasn’t in absolute control right now, he shoved his cock deeper down his throat. There was a smirk on his face when the younger man took him, balls deep, eyes watering. He had to say; he was impressed. “All this rage, and you’re nothing but a brat…” He growled through gritted teeth as he pulled his cock out from his mouth and slapped his cheek before using his thumb to pry Connor’s mouth open a little more and thrusting back inside him right to the back of his throat before slowly withdrawing and doing it again.
A thin layer of sweat began to coat his skin, and Luka made quick work of undoing his shirt and pushing it off as he continued to fuck the bodyguards face. Then, he took his grip on his hair again. “Get on your feet.” He ordered as he pulled him up, his other hand wrapping around his neck and jaw. Luka paused, smirk turning into a chuckle as he fully took in the sight of Connor; the watery eyes, the look in them that was just begging to be controlled. His thumb brushed over his bottom lip, a moment of tenderness before he strongly turned him around and pushed them across the bathroom to the countertop of the sink which was the perfect height to bend Connor over… And that’s exactly what Luka did when they got there.
As soon as Luka’s hips rocked forwards, Connor gripped the other mans dress lands. His knuckles turned white as he was happily fucked. Yeah, he gagged, choked, coughed and cried around Luka’s cock but he loved every second of it. God he did. It was embarrassing how hard Connor was off of a simple mouth fucking. Luka ha barely touched him and yet his own cock strained uncomfortable against his tight dress pants. He was never going to live this down. Part of him knew that but another part of him didn’t care. At the end of the day he was getting what he wanted, regardless of how much shit he might catch for it later. The teasing had already begun and, if nothing else, it added to Connor’s arousal. “Fuck you,” He hissed before getting slapped and shoved back. His mouth falling open as Luka willed it. He breathed when he could, heart pounding in his ears as scratched his nails against Luka’s exposed hips.
A low grunt came from the back of Connor’s throat as he was pulled up by his hair and ordered around. For a moment Connor simply looked at Luka. Something like happiness sparked in him at just how pleased the other looked with Connor. Then of course he felt the thumb on his lip and he couldn’t help but nip.
“What can’t hold your load longer?” He snapped as he was shoved forwards. He tried not to give it too much thought. How fucked out he must have looked. Tears, spit, pre-cum. He was mess. Connor did everything in his power not to look at himself in any of the mirrors as he was shoved over the sink counter. Wiping the sides of his mouth with one hand quickly, Connor reached between himself and the counter to undo the front of his pants so they’d be easier to take off. He then reached over his shoulder and pulled his shirt off over his head tossing it aside.
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richiebrkshr:
Connor’s been around for so long, Richie knows it would probably feel like a missing limb were anything to happen to him. There’s a target on both their backs and he is very much aware of it. No one gets into the family business unscathed. It’s a sad reality and after seeing just how much Connor is willing to risk for his own sake, the guilt grows. His own surname weighs both of them down and at one point Richie thought he could just toss it aside once they settled in Santa Ysabel. Words of how William was running the mob back home, though, changed that mind set real quick. Richie didn’t sacrifice everything he had, didn’t kill the only person in the world that fucking believed in him to have some coward who ran mess it all up. His older brother may have one upped him but the O'Riley clan is still alive because of what he’s doing all the way in California.
Richie can’t help but note the man’s stance: a soldier. They’ve faced their own inner wars, but it seems like Connor will always have that on his shoulders. He snorts at how Alessia’s addressed, still confused as to how anyone could dislike her. “I don’t think the gym counts as taking a break, but whatever you say, buddy.” Nuka sleeps soundly, the only sound coming from her for a moment before the admission falls and the guilt that Richie still holds, grows. “We’re safe here.” He doesn’t know who he’s trying to convince; they’re never safe. Richie’s not stupid to let his guard down anymore – apparently even family can strike. Knowing an escape when he sees one, Richie decides to give it to him. “Yeah, sure. What’s your craving for tonight?”
There was an empty feeling that grew in his mind when thinking about what he’d do if something happened to Richie. Aimless was just about the only thing Connor knew he’d be without the other man. What would he even do with himself? A break? That sounded like torture. Connor didn’t want a break. What would he even do with down time? He hadn’t ever really thought about it. His mind was always focused on the present. The room he was in right now with Richie. He had every entry point in the back of his mind. Every normal sound the house made filed away. Anything out of the ordinary would alert him to something being wrong. Staying on his toes kept himself and Richie alive. Down time... That was joke, wasn’t it? He had far to much to do. Far to much to worry about.
Shrugging his shoulders, Connor didn’t know what to say. He liked working out, wasn’t that enough to make it a break? Fuck, he didn’t love it but there were very few things outside this room he stood in that he did love.
“I can’t- We can’t afford for me to think that way.” Connor disagreed. “Safety isn’t-” He searched for the words before giving up and sighing. “I’ll believe it when I see it, Richie.” Connor finished before smoothing a few stray hairs out of his face. He wasn’t much for relaxation. He didn’t even really know how to relax. Connor just didn’t have that in him. “Anything but pizza. If you make me eat pizza again, I’ll shoot myself.”
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opheliadavis:
Dark eyes flickered down the wrist he was holding and her nose flared as she stared up at him, the very gaze her father had once held now upon her own face as she looked up at Connor. “I suggest you remove your hands from me before I remove your hand from your body.” The youngest O’Riley warned, her tone bitter and cold. She was grateful that he had saved her brother, of course she was, for the first few days she had believed that William had been successful in his attempts at killing Richie but that didn’t mean she wasn’t bitter about the fact that no one came for her. “I like that he’s alive, but don’t expect me to thank you. You were just doing your job right….as for my anger that’s directly mainly at my brother but fear not I don’t intend on harming a hair on his precious little head so you don’t need to worry about that.” She snapped, her temper now in full effect.
“Jesus christ, Ophelia.” Connor grunted as he withdrew his hand from her wrist. He shook his head slowly at her threat. He doubted that she’d actually hurt him. Partly because he’d been training his whole life to keep himself and others alive and partly because they’d been close at one point. Growing up with the soul purpose to keep Richie breathing lead to Connor often being around Ophelia as well. They had been good friends at one point. Before everything went to shit. Hell, they even lost their fathers on the same night. Well, Connor lost his father, mother and sister but loss was loss. They felt it together. Her threat was void but her anger towards him still pushed Connor towards anger as well. She had no right to be pissy with him. He’d kept her brother alive. “Right. Whatever you want to believe Ophelia. Just doing my job.” Connor pushed past her, his side knocking against her shoulder, hard. He opened the door to the office and found it empty. Goddamn it, Richie. “He’s probably fucking his girl friend.” Connor admitted. “You can call him at this,” he handed Ophelia a business card. “number. Make an appointment to see him.” He snapped before turning to go.
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zachcrywoods:
Fortunately the day at the book store went by nicely. Here’s mainly why– no one shopped for old fashioned books anymore. it was all about the technology, so it only left Zach to order and rearrange the books. He was sure the store owner was getting worried with the lack of sales, so they were trying to make the book store trendy looking. Surely enough there should be an old soul around that still enjoyed books, right?
But for now, his day was done with and he wasn’t going to worry about it. He just needed to release some tension, and the only place that he could usually do that was the gym. As Zach walked into the gym, his first glance was placed on the familiar face– well in this case the familiar back. Before he had the chance to greet the other, Connor had spoken up, well no greeted him with asshole and for a moment, Zach had to look around the gym to make sure it wasn’t directed at anyone else first.
“I thought I was having a bad day. Looks like someone’s having a grumpier day. What happened? Did a dog bark at you the wrong way?” he teased as he placed his duffel bag, which just contained of his towel and extra shirt to the side. He walked over to the weights while debating what to get started with. “You okay?” he managed to ask on a serious note, just in case his teasing remark may have been too much.
Glancing over his shoulder, Connor immediately wanted to take his words back. He felt bad for even saying them and that didn’t happen very often. In this town, however, he had very few friends and Zach was one of them. They’d met at the book store while Connor was picking a few things up. Reading was one of his pass times and he’d left most of his books in New York when he had to pick up and go with Richie. He couldn’t stand reading on any sort of ipad or computer either. It gave him wicked headaches which was not good for his job. He had to be on his A-game. Not suffering in a dark room with no light.
Stopping for a moment, Connor breathed out slowly and dropped his hands at his sides. He turned back to Zach as he joked on and scratched the back of his forehead. Shit. He really did just call one of the better people in this shit hole city and asshole. Good one, Connor. Thats how you keep friends. “Thought you weren’t- Well, you.” Connor admitted before walking to grab his water bottle. He made his way over to the weights and sat down on one of the benches near Zach to take a bit of a breather.
“Fine.” Connor answered. “My boss needs to go to this big party tonight.” He explained before leaning back a bit. His hot back pressed against the cold wall. “I don’t do crowds.” Connor finished before taking another swig form his water bottle. “Just get off work? That book I order come in yet?”
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The look she is constantly greeted with.
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rufusxsullivan:
The fact that this dude wouldn’t just accept the apology and move on irritated the fuck out of Rufus. He sank right into that place that got him through all the shit of his early teen years. The shutters in place, he just shrugged lightly, “They usually let it go after I let them suck my dick.” He replied as if Connor’s (rather accurate) words were just a joke. “But thanks for the heads up I guess.” He slung his bag over his shoulder.
Narrowing his eyes into an oppressive glare, Connor watched as Rufus made his snappy remark. Delightful. Did he think he was being clever? Connor’s green eyes flicked up and down Rufus. Was he checking the man out or gaging if he was an actual threat? Both. Maybe, both. “Too bad I’m not so quick to get on my knees.” Connor grunted. It was as close to flirting as he ever got. A threat. A dare. He was never one for compliments and romantic gestures. For Connor it was all about the game. Who would break first. “Whatever. Keep your eyes to yourself.” He shook his head and leaned down to grab his water bottle out of his bag.
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richiebrkshr:
closed: @burning-burnt
There’s a desk in Richie’s home similar to the one his father had – similar to the one he took over before William came in guns a'blazin’ like he wasn’t gone for the last couple of years. In moments when he feels like he needs to breathe, he stays in his study whether to check over the status of the organ trade or to update himself on the drug manufacturing back home. Clearly his older brother had no idea that killing isn’t the only game in running a gang, but if Richie’s reaping the financial benefits from his ignorance, then he surely wouldn’t be the one to tell him straight. Besides the fucker almost took his life so he owes it to him.
A couple more wire transfers to off shore bank accounts and he finally acknowledges Connor in the room. Grateful as he is to the man for saving his life, Richie still can’t help but push the other to not be so uptight about it. He knows of the guilt, but, really, who would have thought that William of all the O'Riley siblings would have been smart enough to plan an attack of that caliber. “You know when I said we were going to change our lives here, I meant it for you, too,” he starts. “Come on, man. When’s the last time you took a break?”
Connor was fairly used to simply standing near Richie all day and making sure he stayed alive. Of course he had other duties to keep up with through out the day. His phone was hooked into the security cameras and motion detectors around the inside and outside of the house. Every hour he did a walk around the property to make sure nothing was going down or tampered with. Other than that, Connor took a few phone calls, cleaned up the weapons they had around the house and stood with Richie to make sure that if all else failed, Connor was the last line of defence. The last thing to come between Richard and danger. He took this job seriously, as he did most things in his life. Connor always had but with what Richie’s business was now and the city they were in, Connor too it even more seriously.
“Tuesday.” Connor answered as his eyes found Richie once he was spoken too. Both hands behind his back and shoulders straight. “At three. I went to the gym while whats her face was here.” He went on before looking down at Nuka. She lay at his feet, head on her paws and eyes closed. “I’d prefer to keep my life the same if it means you get to live yours, Richie.” Connor admitted and he could almost feel how much Richie had weighed that night he scraped him off the floor. He could smell blood in his nose and feel in on his hands. Richie’s blood. “Do you want me to order us some dinner?” He offered knowing it had been a good long time since Richie had eaten and, honestly, Connor needed the change in subject.
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I’m real, this is real, we’re okay. You’re really here? Yes. Please.
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rufusxsullivan:
Was he watching? Absolutely. Fucking hell … have you seen this guy? Any human eyes would watch, regardless of their sexual preference. He was like moving art. He was sort of lost in it when the man turned and snarled at him. Fuck. Rufus blushed. Something he didn’t usually do. He hated being caught like this. He held up his hands and stepped away, “Sorry, man. Didn’t mean to ….” What? He wasn’t sure so he just let it drift off. He turned and headed over to grab his bag.
“Stare?” Connor offered the word up with a snap. Nothing made him more uncomfortable than someone staring at him. It made him feel like they were up to something. Gaging him. Trying to figure out how to take him out. That, after all, was often what went through his own mind when staring at people. Besides, sex was not often on Connors mind. At least not in these situations. He was far to focused on his own physicality at the moment. “Some guys in here,” Connor pointed out as he walked to his towel. “Will beat the shit out of you for that shit.” He warned as he patted off his forehead.
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opheliadavis:
Cont from event… @burning-burnt
“Nothing. I never needed anything from you then and I sure as hell don’t now.” She had expected them to come for her at the very least, or try. In the five years she had thought that they would try and get her….get word to her of where they were. Then again maybe they were hurt she hadn’t ever run with them in the first place but at 18 she was fairly sure she wouldn’t have gone anyway. She wasn’t about to leave what their father had built in William’s hands and she would be dammed if she didn’t plan on going back to New York and taking the O’Rileys for herself if Richard wouldn’t follow but but she supposed only time would tell with that one. “We’ll see, just take me to where he is if you actually have any idea.”
Rolling his eyes, Connor crossed his arms over his chest as he began to walk. Her little speech about not needing him- Was that supposed to make him feel bad? Because it didn’t. Connor had done what was right for Richie. His training, his life, his whole reason for being alive was just about that. Keeping that kid alive. Nothing else came close to being more important. Grabbing her wrist, Connor stopped her. “I did my job.” He told her in a stern tone. “And because of that your brother is still alive. If you don’t like that, I really can’t give you anything.” Connor grunted before stepping past her and leading her down towards the office were he had last seen Richie. “He told me to get a drink from here last time I saw him. Doubt he’s still here.” Connor admitted. Richie, much to his displeasure, didn’t like to stay in one place for too long.
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lukafrankson:
Luka was clearly a man who got off on being in control. It was one of the things he sought more than anything else in life. Power. Control. So, the fact that right now he didn’t even feel control over his own body, over his own emotions? It was like he needed to try and establish that wherever he could. That was where Connor was going to come in handy. He knew that this was going to have lasting repercussions, but they didn’t have an audience; maybe no one would find out this dirty little secret. His jaw tenses as Connor’s nails dig into his skin and his grip on his jaw tightens to reflect that. “Fucking brat.” He uttered as he pushed him down onto his knees. Luka breathed out heavily the moment he felt Connor’s breath on his cock, a hand taking a grip on his hair, the other slamming against the wall in front of him as he nipped it. “Keep teasing and you’ll never feel this dick in your fucking asshole,” Luka snarled roughly, tugging on his hair as he thrust his hips forward sending his dick into Connor’s mouth.
What Connor wanted, what he needed, was for someone to take the control away form him. He rarely allowed such a thing to happen. His whole life revolved around staying in control of situations that could end with himself or Richie dead. However, when it came to sex, Connor only found pleasure when he had to let go of control. Once those bonds were loose, he could find every ounce of need in a someone else, in himself. Thankfully, Luka seemed on board with the plan. He was a taker for sure and Connor was happy to give. Well, maybe after a bit of fucking around.
Gritting his teeth as his hair was pulled, Connor hissed at the others words. He was about to tell Luka off when his lips parted inside for his cock. He coughed but didn’t pull back. Gaged but didn’t stop from closing his watery eyes and leaning into Luka’s thrust. He was nothing if not a show off. Yeah, he had a gag reflex but he was in tune with his own body enough to control it. Bobbing his head back, Connor pressed forwards as much as possible and held Luka in the back of his throat before leaning back to breath and repeating. His green eyes flicked up to meet Luka’s gaze. A silent dare to fuck his face.
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