Pran rolls his eyes again. “Are we doing this or not? My parents are only going to be gone for so long.”

“We are,” Pat says, and begins taking his shirt off. “You know, I didn’t really think about it before, but fucking you in your childhood bedroom… I should’ve had this fantasy a long time ago.”

Pat is a loud eater.

Lan Zhan and Wei Ying join the mile high club.

Wei Ying likes to wear chokers a lot. So Lan Zhan buys some for him. Then, testing their limits, collars.

Wei Ying wears those, too.

–

Or, the one where Wei Ying and Lan Zhan accidentally stumble into a BDSM relationship.

On a flight to Beijing with Lan Zhan, Wei Ying goes into heat.

As it turns out, the Lans have a perfectly good hot tub, too.

All he can think about right now is Brendon, Brendon, Brendon. Brendon with his dogs and Dot and with him, grinning at him across Ryan’s living room while he kicks Ryan’s ass at Mario Party. Brendon at the front of the stage, singing his lungs out; Brendon next to his mic, singing his half of the twentieth duet they wrote together; Brendon on tour, hogging all the Poptarts or climbing into Ryan’s hotel bed because he “likes his scent” or jerking off in his bunk, bringing in another Omega during his rut…

Peter traces a finger down Wade’s bare shoulder, the warmth of his skin, wonders what he’s allowed to do–and yet, this is Wade, he shouldn’t be allowed to do anything except for an easy fuck, because that’s all Wade was supposed to be good for.

boy you make me make

Mark is in a skirt and Eduardo is half naked and they’re on a balcony in Venice.