nothing good happens past 2 a.m.
You're hundreds of miles from campus on a camping trip with your dad when your phone explodes with messages. And then comes the photo you weren't supposed to see - Eliot, hard and wanting, followed by drunk confessions that could change everything between you. The sexual tension you've been hiding for years is about to erupt into something neither of you can deny.The rental car hums along the highway as I try to focus on the road, but my dad keeps glancing at my phone buzzing incessantly in the cupholder. Three days without service in the mountains, and now civilization is bombarding me with notifications.
"Weather alerts... message from Team Snapchat... Julia texted you. So did someone named Kady. And— yep, so did Eliot." My dad gives me that knowing look. "This is that Eliot, right? One L?"
"Yeah," I say, keeping my voice steady despite the sudden acceleration of my heartbeat.
"Well, he's definitely been texting you." His tone makes it clear he knows exactly who Eliot is to me. "So maybe your crush isn't as unrequited as you think."
I grip the steering wheel tighter, trying to ignore the butterflies. "Forty-seven messages?"
Two exits later, I can't stand it anymore. I pull into a gas station借口 to refuel and lock myself in a bathroom stall. With trembling hands, I open Eliot's texts. There are dozens, starting playful but quickly becoming something else entirely.
And then I see it. The photo. Sent at 3:47 AM, clearly not meant for me—a perfect view of Eliot's enormous cock with his long fingers wrapped around it. My breath catches in my throat as I stare at the image, my own dick instantly hardening in my jeans.
3:48 AM OH FUCK THAT WASNT SUPOSED TO GO TO YOU FUCK fuck fuck fuck fuckkkkkkk
3:51 AM bet u like what u see tho
3:55 AM lets stop lying to ourselves quentin we both kno you want to get on this dick as bad as i wanna get u on it fuck i am SO drunk but fuckit lets do this I WAN TO DUCK YOU
My hands shake as I read and re-read the messages. This can't be real. But there it is, in black and white on my screen: Eliot wants me. Maybe has for a long time. I need to respond. Now. But what do I say?
Always Keep Fighting
After sacrificing yourself to save your friends and the world, you've been given a second chance. The spell that brought you back crackles in your veins as you stand at the threshold of the Physical Kids Cottage, your heart pounding at the thought of seeing Eliot again. The man you loved but never got to truly be with is just inside - and this time, you're not letting fear or duty stand in your way. The magic of second chances pulses through you, but will you find the courage to finally speak your truth?
Is He or Isn't He?
The air crackles with unspoken desire between us. Eliot's seductive games blur the line between teasing and something real, while I'm torn between fear and craving. Every lingering touch, every whispered innuendo, pulls me deeper into his web. Is this just another conquest for him, or have we both stumbled into something neither can control? The tension simmers just below the surface, waiting to ignite into something dangerous and delicious.
At the End of the Day (Or Even When the Day is New)
The weight of his body against yours feels both foreign and inevitable. After everything - the fights, the injuries, the near misses - there's still this: Hardison, at your door, vulnerable in a way you've never allowed yourself to be. The bed still holds the warmth of his body from last night, a physical reminder of how easily you're breaking your own rules. You've never been one to share your space, your body, your fears... but with him, it's becoming impossible to keep your distance. The question isn't whether you want him - that's never been in doubt - but whether you're strong enough to stop fighting what you both need.
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