My house has just flooded
Your muse walks in on mine laying in bed shirtless and has bruises, open wounds and gashes all over them and hasn’t been heard from all day. How does yours react?
Frost is silent, though his head turns to look her over. She’d grown a lot, and that left aching in his chest. He barely noticed the physical pain, that he was used to. “Thea.” He mumbles, reaching out a hand to grasp hers. “I didn’t think I’d see you again. You’ve grown so much, dear.”
"I-I’m trying, I don’t know how…" She gritted her teeth, frustration furrowing her brow. Behind her a door flew open and she jumped, swinging a hand towards it palm-out as if the defend them somehow, but one look at the intruder and her guard came crashing down.
"Daddy, daddy he’s hurt real bad," she choked out, showing him her red-stained hands. Spade wasted no time in getting to the bed, giving Thea a tight hug with one arm as he looked grimly over the damage. «What happened to you?» He dug into a bag at his side and began to dig out vials and pouches.
Frost flinches, giving a weak shrug. “Just, ah, got into some trouble.” Honestly, he was a bit relieved to see Spade. He didn’t want Thea to see him die if he went down that route. It was almost a little too much to know that she could have been the one to witness it. “It’s nothing, really. You should go get Thea cleaned up, somewhere safe.”
«If you’re just gonna say shit like that, save your breath. Cupid’s on his way an’ we’re gonna fix this.» He ran his fingers above the wounds, murmuring spells and rifling through his ingredients before instructing Thea to spread a deep green salve on the deep gashes.
«Tell me about your blood, is it special? Is there anything specific you’d need in a transfusion, cause you’re gettin’ one.»
Adam felt the timer stop rather than saw it. The ticking beneath his skin that had been present for as long as he could remember, the white noise that formed the background of his life, simply ended. Despite the full classroom and the friendly chatter around him he felt the silence settle into him like a living thing—or in this case, more aptly, a dead one. He forced himself to push down the cold swell of dread and focus instead on the surprise, on the fact that this knowledge was a foreshadowing rather than a death sentence.
He blinked at the boy who’d asked to borrow a pen, gray eyes meeting blue behind the lenses of his thick glasses, and after a moment forced an easy smile onto his pale face as he nodded. He considered the stranger as he dug for a spare; he was unusual looking with his white hair and bright eyes, but not unpleasantly or threateningly so. He could make the most of this. Just because this boy would lead to his end didn’t mean he was a murderer. There was no reason they shouldn’t get along.
He passed the pen to his classmate with the same smile, genuine this time if a little nervous.
“I’m Adam, Adam Arrow. What’s your name?”
Adam didn’t have time to respond before Jack turned away and the teacher began to talk, and his eyes tore from the back of the boy’s head to the number scrawled in his notebook. It’d been quick and sudden, but it had been too blunt to mistake: Adam had been asked out. He shook his head to clear it and focus on the lecture, but even before he took notes he couldn’t resist adding ‘Jack Overland’ in neat cursive below the number. He smiled at the page, nerves easing up.
If truth be told, the college student was genuinely surprised by how easy that was. He’d never really asked anyone out before, and well, he’d been trying to be more flirty lately. It wasn’t as if Jack hadn’t been asked out himself, he had, but he’d only been with one person, and that as high school. It only lasted a couple of months, and then they mutually broke it off. Since then, Jack Frost Overland had not dated another person.
However, he felt drawn to this boy, Adam Arrow. He was cute and small and Jack wanted to know him better. Without realizing it, Jack finds himself doodling little snowflakes in the margins of his paper with Adam’s name in messy handwriting.
By the end of class Adam finally worked up the nerve to initiate a conversation with Jack as the class breaks into comfortable chaos while everyone packs and leaves. He slung his bag across his shoulder and chest, fiddling with the strap as he stood beside Jack’s desk.
"Ah, Jack? I was wondering if you might want to partner up for the first project. I understand if you don’t want to but, ah, I would like to get to know you."
20: Your muse walks in on mine crying
“Frost?” Adam stopped dead in his tracks coming back from a shower, taken aback by the sight of his boyfriend doubled over on his bed, the heels of his palms pressed into his eyes and his frame shaking with sobs. His eyes flickered to his clothes on the end of the bed and back to the boy before hitching his towel a little tighter around himself and taking a seat beside Frost. He was uncomfortable in this state of undress but Frost came first, always. Adam reached over and rubbed his back soothingly, tucking himself close to Frost’s side like he always liked Adam to be.
"What’s wrong, what can I do for you?"
Adam took a long breath and forced his muscles to relax, melting beneath Frost’s touch when he held him close. He climbed carefully into his lap, facing him to run careful fingers through dark hair and pepper his face in light kisses. He thought it might be safer not to speak just yet so he settled for simply letting Frost kiss him, and pressed gently flush to the older boy.
He was grateful for the silence, and the longer that it stretched on and the more Frost could feel the boy, the faster he calmed down. He trails kisses, much hotter and less shaky, across his collarbone as he fingers move over his upper back and then dips below his towel.
Adam shuddered and tilted his head back to give him better access, the wandering hands leaving trails like electricity beneath his bare skin. His thighs were on either side of Frost’s and he was all too aware of the way it made his only covering ride up; the covering which without the support of the hands at Frost’s hair and chest, was already beginning to slip.
[Text] how bout strip go fish, I’ve had enough math today
Oliver stiffened automatically at the contact, relaxing only at the sound of Jack’s voice and the cool brush of lips above the piercing at his nape. He put his hands over Jack’s and leaned back into him slightly, smiling.
«I was born ready, babe, just you try an’ keep up.»
"Oh please." The boy chuckles and lets go of him only to grab his hand and tug him towards Jack’s room. Once inside, he shuts the door and locks it, raising his eyebrows at Oliver. "Hope you didn’t wear a lot~"
«Do you think I’ll let you win that easy? You’re very pretty, Jack, but I like a good game.» Oliver winked and spread his arms. «I didn’t put anythin’ extra on, that’s fair right? You want a show out of me, you gotta earn it.»
((This was really sweet. Thank you for taking the time to do that, love, it means a lot.
I want the polar bear dog.
there are certain people who touch my hair and im like what to heck get away from me and there’s others and im like yes i will fall asleep on u
it ok to not be ready
Please spread this shit like wildfire. People go on and sit through the whole experience and they’re uncomfortable because they just want to please their partner and they don’t tell them that they want to stop because they are not ready. It’s okay not to be ready.