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pouringmyheartoutforpaper · 2 years

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wine night - s.h.

please excuse any errors, i wrote this very late at night and did not have time to proofread. i hope you all enjoy it !!! 😎♥️💕

cw: fluff, smut, happy stuff 🫧

wine night wine night wine night

you sent steve to the store to get some cheap wine and cookies so you could watch back to the future together after steve gives you a convoluted and frankly insane summary of the movie. anywho, this man walks into your living room with like five of those martinellis drinks. the sparkly ones that come in the wine bottles.

"steve this is just juice"

"baby it's sparkling juice"

he practically forces you to sit on the couch, putting a blanket over you and then running back into the kitchen to get two wine glasses and strategically place cookies on a plate from his mothers china cabinet. hes coming back with the stupidest, cutest smile on his face and snuggling up next to you. planting a kiss on your temple before pressing play. the movie passes by fairly quickly. frequent questions and outbursts of giggles. youve gone through one of the bottles by the time its over. youre snuggled up to his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he traces his thumb back and forth over your hairline.

you could feel his chest, and his arms, god, his arms. so frankly who can blame you when you lift your head off his chest to press your lips to his. a little messily, still disoriented from being in his arms for the past two hours, but still passionate and loving.

and oh how he loves you. he loves feeling you, kissing you, talking to you, looking at you, he loves you. so who can blame him when he kisses you back a little harder, lifting you up by your hips to position you over his thigh. he loves how shy you are, how you dont really know how to articulate what you want. youre fierce, and funny, and he loves you. but with steve, you dont have to be all of those things. he knows you love it when he gets you so needy for him that all your thoughts go out the window, and all you want is him.

so thats how you end up with your face in the crook of his neck, licking and inhaling his scent while he guides your hips back and forth against his lap, leaving a wet stain on his jeans.

"steve,''

"you wanna keep goin' angel?" he lifts your chin, looking in your eyes for any trace of hesitancy. letting you know that he doesnt expect anything from you.

"yes please, please"

"good job honey, ive got you," and hes laying you down on the sofa, pulling his shirt off to make you feel a little more comfortable about him undressing you. you were still fairly new to this. he leans down enough to kiss you and breathe into your neck.

"tell me if you want me to stop okay? or you can tap me a little if you dont want to talk, yeah?"

"i will steve, i love you. thank you for the date. i really, really ,liked it." you made sure to use your words, instead of just moans and whimpers of his name.

and then hes on you, undressing you slowly, kissing all of the skin on the way down. kissing up your thighs and sucking little marks all over the soft skin. fingering open your cunt and making sure youre nice and open for him, all while whispering filthy and loving things in your ear. praising you to the gods.

his pupils are blown out and his hair is tussled from you running your hands through it, and hes looking at you like youre an angel sent down from heaven. he genuinley believes it too.

"takin me so well baby, you think youre ready? mnnph- youre so beautiful, love you so much, gon' take such good care of you doll," his voice is firm, but you can hear the desperation in his voice.

his cock is leaking precum, an angry mauve near the tip. its beautiful and absolutely filthy. holding your hand while he lines you up to his cock, leaning down to kiss your lips, then your forehead as he thrusts into you. long, drawn-out moans coming from both of you as he works himself into you.

"my good girl, takin me so well- fuck- you're so pretty honey, gorgeous, feel so good-"

making love to you, passionate and beautiful and rough.

"steve please, close-close, please, can i ? please steve please"

you asking him to cum makes his head spin slightly, and he holds your hand while he grinds down on your clit.

"cum for me baby, cum on my cock angel." with another kiss to your forehead you snap. like youre in heaven. pure happiness, and love, and steve.

and he finishes soon after, rutting into you and filling you up to the best of his ability.

catching your breath, he slides out of you slowly, holding onto you. a whine left your lips when you felt him pull out.

"i know baby, i know"

more cuddles and giggles and a nice warm washcloth. he strategically dresses you up in a pair of his boxers and a sweater he bought, knowing you would steal it.

drifting off, comfy, and happy. and in love.

#steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve stranger things #stranger things #st smut #steve x reader #steve x you

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falsenote · 29 days

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la notte brava....... jean claude brialy tomas milian and laurent terzieff doing the most with their gay rituals, rosanna schiaffino, elsa martinelli, antonella laudi and more serving beauty glamour and f-g haggotry, all in the context of a passolini script about ~morally corrupt youth (=gay men and promiscous women) directed by king mauro bolognini.... the biggest event of 1959 for the girls and the gays

#i just know post-premiere all the diaries and notebooks were filled w rants about this. seismic slay

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thewarmestplacetohide · 20 days

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Dread by the Decade: The Devil Bat

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Year: 1940 Genre: Creature Feature, Sci-Fi Horror Rating: Approved (Recommended: PG) Country: USA Language: English Runtime: 1 hour 8 minutes

Director: Jean Yarborough Writer: John Thomas Neville Cinematographer: Arthur Martinelli Editor: Holbrook N. Todd Composer: David Chudnow Cast: Bela Lugosi, Suzanne Kaaren, Dave O'Brien, Guy Usher, Yolande Mallot, Donald Kerr

Plot: A vindictive chemist creates giant bats to kill his enemies.

Review: Despite Lugosi's presence, this film is imbued with none of his charm. It's too silly to be taken seriously, yet too boring to laugh at.

Overall Rating: 1/5

Story: 1/5 - A terrible combination of stupid, repetitive, and dull. Any camp is negated by stock characters and empty filler.

Performances: 2/5 - Lugosi is sometimes fun to watch in a campy (and weirdly sweaty) way, but everyone else is fairly one-note.

Cinematography: 2.5/5 - Serviceable enough.

Editing: 2/5

Music: 2/5

Effects & Props: 1/5 - Hilariously bad. There's a stuffed bat that swings from a string and screams like R2-D2.

Sets: 3/5 - Most of the sets are generic, but the doctor's lab at least has some personality and dressing.

Costumes, Hair, & Make-Up: 3.5/5 - Just normal clothing, but of good quality.

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Trigger Warnings:

Mild violence

Animal death

Casual racism (brief, dialogue-only)

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lacharapita · 1 year

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ɢᴀʙʀɪᴇʟ ᴍᴀʀᴛɪɴᴇʟʟɪ⇨ ★ ᴍᴏᴏɴʟɪɢʜᴛ ★

Recomendo que leia ouvindo "Moonlight" by Kali Uchis

"You still love me, put no one above me

You always go out of your way

To show me that I'm your priority."

— Claro que era uma piada. Quer dizer, em que momento ela cogitou que aquele vídeo estúpido chegaria nele? Gabriel Martinelli. Era impossível. No pretérito imperfeito, era. Seus olhos se arregalaram e a mulher saltou da cama quando aquela maldita notificação surgiu em seu telefone.

O susto foi tão grande que no momento em que Kaka saltou da cama acabou clicando na notificação e abrindo o chat de Gabriel.

– "NÃO! Puta merda, caralho, porra, fudeu!"– A mulher dizia desesperada enquanto encarava a tela do celular.

– "Que porra 'tu 'tá gritando caralho?!"– Babi disse saindo do banheiro da suíte que estava dividindo com a amiga de infância. Ela caminhou até onde o celular estava jogado e viu a mensagem de Gabriel. Um grito seguido de um riso muito alto saiu de seus lábios assim que ela terminou de ler o que Gabriel havia mandado.– "EU AVISEI!"–

– "CARALHO BABI! Não achei que ele 'ia ver! Tipo, ele é ocupado demais, 'né?"– As mãos de Kaka suavam enquanto ela não conseguia tirar os olhos da tela de seu celular. A carioca se jogou na cama e soltou um choro alto enquanto sua amiga ria.

– "Você tem corrida amanhã de tarde, vai dormir!"– Kaka encarou a amiga em descrença. A última preocupação da jovem era a corrida de amanhã, ou de hoje.

– "E o que eu respondo?"– Babi deu de ombros enquanto se deitava na cama ao lado de Kaka e entrava em um sono profundo.

— Depois de cerca de quinze minutos pensando em uma resposta, Kaka optou por uma escolha segura.

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— Assim foi o início do relacionamento de Gabriel e Kaka. No momento a carioca vestia uma camisa do Arsenal da temporada de 74/75, a calça jeans azul clara e o tênis branco em seus pés. Gabriel repetidamente desviava o olhar para ver a mulher de sua vida gritando e xingando qualquer jogador que estivesse em campo. Ele sorriu brevemente e logo voltou sua atenção para o jogo.

— O jogo acabou com 3 para o Arsenal e 1 para o Orlando City, e com um gol de Gabriel. Caminhando em silêncio pelo estacionamento escuro, Gabriel deixou que sua mente viajasse em cenários profanos enquanto encarava a mulher em sua frente. Kaka se virou para Gabriel quando os dois chegaram no carro.

– "Passa chave do-"– As palavras da morena foram cortadas com os lábios de Gabriel se juntando com os dela enquanto ele empurrava o corpo dela contra o carro. As mãos dele passeavam por todo o corpo dela, deixando apertos ocasionais em cada pedaço do pecado que ela chamava de corpo.

Os beijos molhados de Gabriel começaram a descer pelo pescoço e busto da piloto de fórmula Um, seus lábios deixando escapar suspiros suaves enquanto a mulher apertava os olhos com força. – "Gab... não faz isso comigo, vida."– A mulher comentou enquanto suas mãos seguravam as madeixas morenas de Martinelli.

– "Só 'tô querendo foder você, princesa."– Gabriel disse baixo enquanto apertava beijos contra a área abaixo da orelha da mulher. – "Deixa eu te comer no carro hm?"– Ele perguntou com a voz em um sussurro. Kaka gemeu baixo sentindo os dentes de Gabriel deixando uma marca na lateral do seu pescoço.

As mãos da carioca foram até os bolsos traseiros da calça que o rapaz usava e tiraram a chave do carro de lá. O bipe que o carro fez indicou que as portas estavam abertas. Gabriel abriu uma das portas de trás do carro e empurrou Kaka para dentro, o corpo dela se deitando no couro frio do banco.

As mãos de Gabriel correram para retirar os tênis e logo em seguida puxaram a calça que ela usava. A visão da calcinha de algodão cinza com um ponto molhado no meio fez Gabriel gemer. Ele jogou a calça que ela usava nos bancos da frente do carro e logo estava com o corpo sobre o da mulher enquanto fechava a porta com os pés.

Sem conseguir se manter afastado por muito tempo, Gabriel logo juntou seus lábios com os dela novamente. O beijo quente e molhado fazia com que o ponto molhado na calcinha da carioca aumentasse.

A mão direita de Gabriel desceu entre seus corpos e adentrou o tecido leve que cobria seu paraíso particular. Os dois gemeram contra os lábios um do outro quando a ponta dos dedos de Gabriel sentiram as dobras molhadas e quentes da carioca, esfregando suavemente os lábios inchados e úmidos dela.

As mãos dela escorregaram para abrir o botão e o zíper da calça que Gabriel vestia, entrando sorrateiramente na cueca branca que ele usava e tocando a ereção pesada e dura que ele mantinha escondida no tecido grosso da calça jeans.

Gabriel afastou a calcinha de Kaka enquanto a mesma direcionava o pau do atacante até sua entrada, e então ele escorregou para dentro dela. Um gemido alto fugidos dos lábios entre abertos dela enquanto Gabriel respirava fundo e trancava os olhos com força, sentindo como a buceta dela se esticava em torno de seu pau.

Seus movimentos iniciais eram lentos e fundos, sentindo cada parte da buceta dela se apertando em torno dele. O rosto de Gabriel se enterrou na curva do pescoço da morena quando seus movimentos começaram a ficar gradualmente mais rápidos. As mãos dela abraçavam o corpo dele enquanto uma das mãos dele abraçava seu quadril e a outra deixava um carinho leve no lado do rosto da mulher.

– "Gabriel, mais- hmm."– Ela gemeu sentindo a glande dele tocando a parte mais funda dentro dela. Martinelli ouviu as palavras dela e segurou seu quadril com mais força, se empurrando mais fundo dentro dela e atingindo cada ponto dentro dela. As pernas de Kaka se enrolaram no quadril de Gabriel, a posição fazendo ele sentir ainda mais a buceta desesperada dela.

Os sons de tapas molhados, a janela embaçada com o vapor que o corpo quente dos dois exalava, os gemidos e suspiros dos dois, tudo era um conjunto de coisas boas e prazeirosas. – "Deixa eu sentar em você, vida."– Kaka pediu com a voz baixa e no mesmo segundo Gabriel se virou para que a mulher conseguisse sentar em seu colo.

Ficando sobre os joelhos, ela direcionou o pau molhado de Martinelli para dentro dela e se abaixou até que ele estivesse por inteiro dentro dela. Gabriel gemeu e deitou sua cabeça contra o banco do carro, suas mãos segurando firmemente a cintura da mulher enquanto as mãos dela alternaram entre segurar o pescoço dele e segurar seus ombros. O corpo dela subia e descia lentamente, suspiros saindo de seus lábios toda vez que ele estava completamente dentro dela.

– "Mais rápido, amor."– Gabriel pediu arrastado e pode sentir a velocidade e a intensidade dos movimentos de Kaka em seu colo. As coxas fofas dela batendo contras as dele, deixando Gabriel fora de órbita. Os olhos deles brilhavam, olhando nos olhos um do outro como se suas vidas dependessem desse contato visual que deixava seus atos mais intensos e íntimos.

As mãos de Gabriel seguraram firmemente o quadril de Kaka quando ele sentia a buceta dela apertando ele. – "Vida- porra!"– Ele gemeu junto com ela, sentindo a forma com seu pau era esmagado dentro da buceta dela. Kaka fechou os olhos com força, muito presa em seu próprio mundo para perceber a forma desesperada de Gabriel para avisar que ele iria gozar.

Ela subia e descia no colo de Martinelli cada vez mais rápido. – "Vida- puta merda. Devagar, vida."– As palavras dele foram como uma língua desconhecida para ela. Ela só aumentou a intensidade de seus movimentos enquanto apertava sua buceta em torno do comprimento de Gabriel, muito focada em seu próprio orgasmo e esquecendo que os dois não haviam usado nenhuma proteção. – "Vida- hm. Eu vou gozar dentro de você se você não- caralho! for devagar..."– As palavras de Gabriel atingiram ela e então ela abriu os olhos, buscando perdidamente o olhar dele. As mãos dela se enrolaram no pescoço dele enquanto ela continuava com seus movimentos no colo de Gabriel.

– "Goza, amor. Goza dentro de mim! Me enche com sua porra."– O olhar que Kaka deu a Gabriel deixou o rapaz desnorteado. O atacante gemeu alto quando deixou que seu orgasmo passasse por cima dele, liberando toda sua carga dentro dela. Kaka continuou com seus movimentos, sentindo seu útero se contrair e sua buceta se apertar em torno do pau de Gabriel.

Com um gemido alto, olhos lutando para se manter abertos e olhando nos olhos de Martinelli, Kaka se desfez. Seu orgasmo atravessando seu corpo como uma avalanche. A respiração profunda dos dois enquanto tentavam se recuperar da intensidade do sexo que acabaram de ter.

O corpo cansado dela caiu para encontrar conforto no corpo de Gabriel, sua respiração trêmula enquanto ela sentia alguns espasmos em sua pernas. Os braços de Gabriel abraçaram o corpo dela enquanto ele tentava normalizar sua respiração.

– "Algum dia você me mata, vida."– Gabriel disse sorrindo. Kaka deu um riso baixo enquanto se aproximava mais ainda do corpo do rapaz.

– "Eu também te amo."– os dois sorriram, se mantendo abraçados no o calor um do outro.

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Aureliano Pertile (1885-1952) was a celebrated Italian tenor who enjoyed a 35 year career in major theaters on both sides of the Atlantic. The son of a poor shoemaker and his wife, Pertile was born in Montagnana…just a few blocks away and 18 days after the birth of fellow tenor Giovanni Martinelli. His vocal talents were apparent from a very early age. In 1894, Pertile began singing alto with the choir of the Cathedral of Santa Maria Assunta. At his parents’ insistence, he apprenticed as a goldsmith during his teens, but continued singing. At age 20, he was heard by composer Vittorio Orefice, who invited the young man to study with him in Padua. After five years of work, Pertile made his debut as Lionel in Martha at Vicenza’s Teatro Eretenio on February 16, 1911. In May, he sang the role of Vinicius in the Italian premiere of Jean Nouguès’ Quo Vadis? at Milan’s Teatro dal Verme. Reviews were stellar and the tenor’s career took off quickly. Over the next two years, Pertile made appearances in Brescia, Torino, Asti, Padua and Genoa, with his international debut occurring in Santiago as des Grieux in Manon Lescaut during the fall of 1913. While in South America, the tenor also sang in Buenos Aires and Valparaiso in such works as Un Ballo in Maschera, Mefistofele, Tosca, and La Traviata. Late in 1913, Pertile returned to Italy, where he spent the next few years appearing in Naples, Palermo, Florence, Bologna, and Rome. His La Scala debut occurred on February 22, 1916 as Paolo in Francesca da Rimini, leading to a lengthy association with the company.

By 1921, Pertile had appeared at most of the major theaters of Italy, Spain and South America. Following his Mexico City debut as Faust in Mefistofele in August, Pertile began his only season at New York’s Metropolitan as Cavaradossi in Tosca on December 1. Henderson of the New York Sun reported, “His voice has a tendency toward whiteness, but in its fullest volume it is warmer and resonant. His acting was that of the everyday tenor.” …not exactly the definition of a glowing review. In addition to Cavaradossi, he also sang des Grieux in Manon Lescaut, Grigori in Boris Godunov, Turiddu in Cavalleria Rusticana, Canio in Pagliacci, Radames in Aïda, and Julien in Louise. Sadly, the New York public never quite warmed up to Pertile. After only 13 performances of the aforementioned roles, as well as a pair of Sunday Night Concerts, Pertile was finished in the U.S. His Met career had lasted exactly seven weeks.

Pertile fared much better in his homeland. Arturo Toscanini, who had recently taken the reins at La Scala, invited the tenor to join him for a production of Mefistofele in March. This began a decade long alliance between the two, a highlight of which was Pertile’s creation of the title role of Boito’s Nerone at its premiere on May 1, 1924. Other world premieres entrusted to Pertile during his La Scala tenure were Wolf Ferrari’s Sly in 1927 (under Ettore Panizza) and Mascagni’s Nerone in 1935 (under the composer). The tenor was a superstar at La Scala, with “Pertile Nights” marketed to an adoring public. After Toscanini’s departure in 1929, however, Pertile’s importance in Milan began to diminish. Although the tenor would remain at La Scala until the early 1940s, he was no longer the central figure he had been during the 1920s.

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granatkoroleva · 1 year

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𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭 𝐊𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐚’𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐜’𝐬

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Card # R40101 | Square filled - B4 | AU: Lawyer

Title ⊳ Innocent Until

Author ⊳ L1av

Pairing ⊳ James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Rating ⊳Explicit

Word Count ⊳138K

Major Tags ⊳ Lawyer!Bucky, BDSM, Kink, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Secret Relationship

Summary ⊳ Bucky Barnes made a name for himself as the attorney who could get anyone off, but he still lives by the saying, "Innocent until proven guilty." Steve Rogers finds himself on trial for multiple homicides but he swears he was only trying to protect a girl. Bucky's been in this business long enough to know when someone's innocent, and Steve is innocent. Steve already feels like a monster and Bucky's worried this guy's going to lay himself on the sword come his trial. So Bucky offers up another course for punishment:

Turns out, chains and whips really excite Steve.

Commentary ⊳ The moral dilemma of a taboo relationship between attorney and client is pushed to the limits in this emotional whirlwind. It explores the start of a complicated relationship based on trust that, with tensions and compatibility so off the fucking charts, it left me screaming and crying for a happy outcome—and for Steve to be proven innocent.

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Title ⊳ A Hard Case of You

Author ⊳ @chiyume

Pairing ⊳ James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Rating ⊳ Explicit

Word Count ⊳21K

Major Tags ⊳Mechanic!Steve, Lawyer!Bucky, Strangers To Lovers, First Meetings, Homophobic Language, Happy Ending

Summary ⊳ James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, seasoned lawyer at Shield Legal Services, New York City office, is in a bad mood.

He’s driving down the I-90 from Buffalo in his sleek black company car, AC running on cool to keep the air from growing stuffy. He’s got his jaw set in that particular way he knows will cause him a major headache in a few hours, but right now the last thing on his mind is his own future discomfort.

In which Bucky's car breaks down when he's already feeling his worst, and he's forced to seek help from whatever's nearby. Luckily, Rogers' Auto Repair isn't too far away, and everyone seems very enthusiastic about recommending the place. But when Bucky gets there, he has a hard time seeing the professional the whole town's been speaking of so fondly...

Commentary ⊳ Bucky being stranded with only mechanic Steve who can help. Ahhhhhhh. Two idiots and the fun use of tropes.

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Title ⊳ Sweet Sugar

Author ⊳ this_wayward_life

Pairing ⊳ James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Rating ⊳ Explicit

Word Count ⊳ 8K

Major Tags ⊳ Lawyer!Bucky, Student!Steve, Age Difference, Sugar Daddy Bucky Barnes, Meet-Cute

Summary ⊳ This is not Bucky's scene.

Truthfully, most social situations aren't his scene, but particularly this one. He's closer to forty than thirty-five these days, and spending time in an overcrowded bar whose population tends to fall towards the early twenties side of the age scale is not something he particularly enjoys. If it was up to Bucky, he'd be spending his Friday night either in his office catching up on the Martinelli case or half-asleep on the couch, re-watching Criminal Minds and snuggling with his cat.

But, since Bucky sold his soul over to the Devil in sophomore year of law school when he made friends with one Natasha Romanoff, he's here, stuffed into a shirt that is a bit too tight around his midsection and jeans that he can barely sit down in.

Commentary ⊳ College jock Steve pursuing grumpy Bucky, and Bucky accidentally acquires a sugar baby. Also—BOTTOM DADDY BUCKY makes me feral.

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Overruled, Ch. 5: Philosophy of Love Meets The Science of Attraction

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You got peanut butter Intrulogical in my chocolate Loceit. You got chocolate Dukeceit in my peanut butter Loceit. Oh, no wait, we've just discovered peanut butter cups Intruloceit. For Day 5 of @loceitweek, Philosophy/Science. Yes, this is still a Loceit story. :)

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“You have to check your calendar?” Janus blurted out, staring incredulously at him. “No, he’s free,” he said to Remus. “What time can he pick you up?”

“Janus, really, I—”

Janus cut him off with a look.

“You can pick me up at eight.” Remus’ voice wasn’t as confident as it had been a moment ago, and his eyes danced nervously between them even as he smiled. “My brother’ll be busy with some tech break down shit tomorrow night…” Warm fingers played at the edges of his hair, ostensibly clearing his vision. “We’ll have the place to ourselves.”

Logan tugged at the label on his water bottle and tried to catch Janus’ eye. He understood his reluctance, didn’t he? “I… I merely need to be certain I have not committed to anything else before I said yes,” he finally said to Remus.

“You haven’t,” Janus insisted and stood, offering a hand first to Remus and then to Logan. The finality of his answer echoed against the fitness room walls and suddenly Logan was a lot less warm.

Janus gripped his hand for a moment longer than necessary and Logan again tried to catch his gaze. Despite his smile, he steadfastly avoided his eyes. Finally, Logan nodded and turned to Remus, smiling. Bright green eyes stared back at his, their earlier nervousness burned away. “I’ll pick you up at eight, Remus,” he said. “Wear something casual.” Janus left with a little wave and Logan followed, calling back over his shoulder. “And warm.”

At eight o’clock sharp, Logan knocked at the door number Remus had text him, a picnic basket and plaid blanket tucked under one arm.

“Hmm, don’t you look delectable,” Remus purred, looking him up and down. “Punctual, too.” He closer and trailed two fingers over the constellation pattern on his tie. “You smell tasty, too.”

“That is more than likely the fruit tray and sparkling cider,” he said, giving him a crooked grin.

“Sparkling cider? As in Martinelli’s or,” he made exaggerated air quotes.“‘Sparkling cider?’”

“It’s a berry apple blend, and yes,” Logan nodded. “It is nonalcoholic. You are under twenty-one, are you not?”

Remus waggled his eyebrows, hand resting on his chest. “Are you this exacting in bed?”

“That remains to be seen,” Logan said smoothly and offered his arm free arm. Remus was dressed in low-slung ripped jeans and newly polished combat boots, laces undone but not dragging on the floor. His sleeveless teelooked cropped, the edges curled and revealing his navel and a faint trail of auburn hair. “Do you have a jacket?” he asked, not at all convinced Remus had been listening when Logan had said to dress warmly .

“Got it,” he grinned, grabbing a heavy leather jacket from behind the door and draping it over one shoulder. He took Logan’s arm and followed him out to the hall and toward the elevators, letting his dorm door slam behind him. “So, where to, hot Daddy?”

“I am not a father,” he said, eyebrow raised. “‘Logan’ will suffice for tonight.”

“Yes, Sir,” Remus laughed, drawing closer as they stepped into the elevator.

Once outside, Logan set a brisk pace across the quad. “We are going there,” he pointed to the clock tower on top of the library.

“Oooo,” Remus cooed, tightening his grip on Logan’s arm with a little shiver. “Are we off for a ‘study’ session?” Head tilted to rest on his shoulder, they walked in tandem and he shivered again. “Care to study me?”

“In a manner of speaking,” Logan murmured. Dropping his arm, he unbuttoned his pea coat and threaded Remus’ hand between the back of it and his waist, his own arm draped around the sophomore’s. “You are cold. If you insist on not wearing your jacket, at least stay close.”

“Oh,” Remus began, voice sultry as he shimmied closer. With nothing but his linen shirt between them, Remus’ hand and arm felt cold. “Hmm…” Whatever he’d been about to say melted into a pleased hum. “You’re warm,” he finally said. “Thanks, Professor.”

Arm curled around his waist, Logan nodded as he felt the cold from Remus’ skin disipate with his body heat “You’re more than welcome, Remus.”

They approached the door and Remus frowned at the sign announcing the library closed at 7:30 on Sundays. “Are we breaking in?”

“Not quite,” Logan murmured, producing his school ID and tapping it against the reader. The door buzzed and popped right open. “The law library has extended hours. This will grant us… certain access.”

“Holy fuck, Logan!” he laughed, face blooming in a giddy grin. He bowed dramatically as Logan held the door for him and practically skipped inside the darkened library.

The warmth filling Logan’s chest had nothing to do with his wool pea coat or the blast from the library’s HVAC system. He gestured to a winding staircase to the left. “Ready for a bit of a climb?”

The library was glorious. It was near silent, none of that seemingly ever-present hum and buzz of machines and people doing their best to be quiet, no clacking keyboards or the random dropped book. Even the self-checkout machines near the door were powered down, only the red lasers flickering against empty tabletops.

Most of the lights were turned off, with only a strip of exit lights illuminating the aisles between the sections and stars and streetlights streaming in through the skylights over the reading room’s atrium. A series of lights lined the spiral stairs Logan led them up, and their legs cast long shadows across the main floor below.

Logan had let go of his hand as they walked, slowing his pace and waiting patiently while Remus peered over the railing at the darkened stacks below. “How do you not just come here all the time?” he whispered, his voice deafening in the silent space.

“Who says I don’t?” he smirked back, not in a whisper, but low and rumbly and delicious. Remus could listen to him talk all night. “It’s just a bit further, when you’re ready,” he murmured, gesturing to the top of the stairs and a bright green EXIT ONLY sign.

Taking the stairs two at a time, Remus followed him through the door, smiling at the bit of duct tape covering the latch. “Maybe you do come here often,” he said with a little shoulder dance.

“I like to be prepared,” he answered and let the door close slowly behind them. He gave it a tug to demonstrate to Remus they were not locked outside, then pointed to an open area just to the right of the clock tower. “Let’s spread the blanket there.”

He set down the basket and flipped open the blanket, one of those heavy flannel ones with the plastic cores to protect against the wet ground. Fuck, he really did like to be prepared. Remus eyed the picnic basket and wondered what else he’d prepared for.

“Please have a seat,” he murmured and they sat, looking out over the campus.

“Oh,” Remus breathed. They could see the entire campus from here, the bright yellow ginkgo trees lining the paths, the ornate street lamps dotting the edges and casting thin, warm light against the darkened buildings. To the West was the Sound, big barges looking magical in the dark, just floating lights reflecting off the water. To the South was Mount Rainier, her snowy top illuminated by the full moon.

His fingers itched, wishing he had brought his sketch pad and charcoals. He glanced at Logan, busily organizing two glasses and a platter of strawberries, grapes, and pineapple in front of them. He pulled out the promised bottle—chilled, no less—of Martinelli’s and—

“I noticed how you’d been drawing at the fitness center,” Logan said, passing him a blank sketchbook and a small box of charcoals. The exact fucking brand he’d used before their sexy little law school smack down. “I’ve always enjoyed the view here and I thought perhaps…”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Remus grinned, reaching for the sketchbook and pastels. They were brand new, still wrapped in the plastic film. “Thank… thank you, Logan. D—do you really not mind if I…” He gestured to the sketchbook and the water in front of them. He knew this was a date, right?

Smiling, Logan moved closer to him and draped his jacket over his shoulders, then handed him a glass. “I was rather hoping you would.”

~~~

As the evening wore on, the pair finished their drinks and most of the platter. Remus sketched quickly, filling page after page. He and Ro had made it out to Seattle just before the start of freshman year and he’d never… never seen the sky quite like this. Most nights were cloudy and even he hadn’t yet dared to climb up to the clock tower just for a look around.

He turned to a fresh page again and shifted, keeping the very southern tip of the Sound in his field of vision along with the mountains. Logan moved behind him and, as he drew, Remus leaned back, resting against his chest. A gust of wind whipped at his hair and Remus blew up sharply, hands busy with the pastels.

Humming quietly, more a rumble against his back than anything Remus could hear, Logan tucked his hair back behind his ear. The warmth from his hand sent a little shiver down his back and Remus tore his eyes away from Mt. Rainier and grinned up at him. “Thank you,” he whispered.

“My pleasure.” Logan smiled and Remus shivered again. Moonlight sparkled in his eyes and, before he really thought about it, Remus turned to a fresh page and started sketching him.

“The mountain is back there,” he murmured, tilting his chin toward Rainier. Logan sat with one knee bent and Remus settled between his legs, leaning against him as he sketched a close-up of his face.

Remus grinned. “The view from here is even better.” He started with broad strokes, then tentatively reached for Logan’s jaw. “May I?” he asked, surprising even himself.

“Of course.”

He adjusted the angle of Logan’s chin and nodded rapidly. “Hold just there for a moment,” he muttered before returning to his work.

When he finished the sketch, he closed the book. “No peeking,” he laughed. “I’ll show you after I’ve colored it.”

Logan laughed back, a low chuckle that sent vibrations up and down Remus body. He was practically seated in his lap, with his own legs draped over one of Logan’s. Leaning in, he traced the edge of Logan’s jaw. It was just as smooth and firm under his fingertips as he’d imagined it. “I’ve got lots of things you can peek at in the meantime.”

“Is that so?” he asked, wrapping his arms around him and drawing closer. One more inch and their lips would touch.

“Please kiss me,” Remus blurted out.

“My pleasure,” he murmured and finally—fucking finally—pulled him into a kiss.

Logan’s kiss started gently, tasting his lips as one hand moved up to cradle the back of his head. Fingers gently curling through his hair, he slowly deepened their kiss.

Remus hummed into his mouth, lips parted, and pushed against him, following him as he lay back onto the blanket. When he broke away for breath, Remus mouthed along his jaw and down his neck before sitting up, straddling his hips.

“How do you like it?” he asked, dragging his hands down Logan’s chest and playing at the top of his belt buckle.

“Remus,” Logan shook his head, just a little, then pulled Remus’ hands from his belt and brought them up to his lips. He kissed his knuckles and shook his head again. “Remus, I’m not going to fuck you on a rooftop.”

“Oh!” he said, climbing off. Logan sat up immediately. His face was tricky to read in the dark. But they way Remus had been sitting had made it easy to feel just how interested Logan was. “Why didn’t you just say so? There are…” He waggled his eyebrows and licked his lips. “Other things I can do or we could go back to your place…”

Logan knelt in front of him and cradled his face with both hands. Steel blue eyes stared right into him, thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. “It is quite late,” he said after a long moment. “Perhaps it’s time I walked you home.”

“I had a wonderful time with you tonight,” Logan murmured at his door. He brushed back the curls from his eyes and then his hand lingered, carding gently through his hair.

Remus turned and rubbed his cheek against Logan’s palm, then nipped lightly at the fleshy part of his thumb. “No need for our wonderful night to already end.” He looked over his shoulder at the empty dorm room. “My brother won’t be home tonight. He’s crashing with the rest of the tech crew. Stepping forward, he pressed close, close enough to know what Logan’s body wanted. He looped one arm around Logan’s back, then took a small step backwards. “We have the room all to ourselves.”

His cheeks and lips were flushed a deep pink and, even under the bright hallway lights, Logan’s pupils were big and black, a copy of the night sky they’d just seen. He swallowed hard, then pulled Remus’ hand away from his back and pressed a soft kiss against his knuckles. “I’d like to take you out again sometime,” he said and Remus’ stomach sank to the floor.

He opened his mouth, but he didn’t know what to say. If he didn’t want him, then…

“May I call you tomorrow and we can make plans?” Logan continued in that same low, smooth voice.

“Yeah,” Remus finally managed, heart twisting in his chest. Everything had been going so well. What did he do wrong to get this whole ‘I’ll call you’ bullshit? “Yeah, of course,” he grinned, giving his shoulders a little shimmy. Ro wasn’t the only actor between them.

“Sleep well, Remus,” Logan said, cupping his cheek as he kissed him again, soft and sweet.

It felt like a send-off.

“Yeah, you, too, Logan,” he said and watched him head for the stairs, escaping his view as quickly as he could.

Remus closed the door behind him and sank down onto the beanbag chairs to figure out what the fuck had gone wrong.

An hour later, Remus was no closer to figuring out how he’d fucked everything up and he’d taken to pacing the tiny room in an effort to work it out. Why didn’t he want him? He’d made it really obvious he was ready, willing, and able, and Logan was clearly into it. Had he just revved him up to go be with someone he really wanted?

The scars on his arm itched like a motherfucker and Remus knew if he spent another minute in here alone, he was not going to be able to keep his promise to Ro. He needed some air. While he'd paced, he’d thrown his jacket on the floor. He tooped to pick it up on his way to the door, but then straightened, hand empty.

Fuck it. It’s not that cold out.

He’d thrown out all his clove cigarettes after that fucking party, part of another promise to Ro to try harder. But he didn’t toss his gum, so he shoved his last two pieces in his mouth and chomped hard, then opened the door and fled from his thoughts.

Janus sat in his armchair, half-empty glass of scotch on the table next to him. The room was dark, the diffuse light spilling in from the streetlamp across the road doing little to illuminate the space. The sun had still been shining when Janus had come home from the grocery store and he’d taken out the bottle Glenlivet and shoved the rest of the bag into the fridge to deal with later. He sat down in the living room and poured his first glass.

That was a half a bottle ago.

‘I merely need to be certain I have not committed to anything else before I said yes…’

Logan’s eyes had pleaded with him, explaining with a look what he couldn’t—wouldn’t—with words in front of Remus. Janus knew what he’d been trying to say.

‘You have not.’

What else could he say? What else should he have said? He’d literally told Logan to find someone else to pursue. He’d told him he wasn’t interested in a relationship, he’d told him he didn’t love people. He’d told him he didn’t want to love anyone, that he didn’t want more of that soft warm touch, of those kind eyes looking back at him. That he didn’t want to know more, to learn if his kisses tasted as good as he smelled and to discover what it meant for his heart to leap out of its chest each time Logan smiled.

He’d lied.

Janus tipped back his glass and discovered it was, in fact, completely empty. Fumbling with the bottle cap, he set down the glass and tried again. Just before he got it, the bottle leapt from his hands and hit the hardwood floor, shattering and soaking the area rug with the last of his scotch. Fuck.

It took him far too long to clean it all up and by the time he was done, Janus was more than ready for another glass. He looked up at the microwave clock. If he left now, he could make it to Safeway before they closed.

The only open grocery story was only a block from campus, but the fresh air made the hike shorter than it usually felt. Before long, he was sauntering inside, walking carefully to ensure they wouldn’t turn him away. The cashier hadn’t even looked up to ring him out.

Moments later he strode through the doors, bottle in hand—and right into Remus.

“Oh, fuck, Janus, sorry,” he muttered, grabbing him with those strong, callused hands before he could stumble. Remus had been drawing, charcoal dust under his fingernails and a bit by his jaw.

“No ‘pologies needed,” Janus said slowly, annoyed at the slight slurring in his words. Remus didn’t release him and Janus stared back. He was dressed in a sleeveless shirt and jeans, no jacket. Before Janus could form the words to ask if he was cold, he shivered.

“What are you doing out?” He clutched his bottle to his chest, head tilted to the side. “I thought you’d still be with Logan by now.”

Drunk, standing in the middle of a poorly lit street, Janus couldn’t miss the hurt in Remus’ eyes. He shrugged but didn’t explain.

Janus couldn’t believe what he was seeing. How could Logan have possibly rejected him? He reached out and tapped the edge of Remus’ jaw. “You know what?”

“What?” he huffed out a little laugh, leaning in to his touch like a lost puppy.

“You look like you could use a drink. And I know I sure as hell could use one,” Janus nodded, holding up the bagged bottle. “I live twenty blocks that way,” he said, pointing with one end and offering his arm. “Would you like to join me tonight?”

Remus stared down at the bottle, then lifted his eyes and met Janus’. A shaky smile pulled up one corner of his mouth and hooked his hand into the crook of Janus’ elbow. “Lead the way.”

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