The Not Your Teaching Tool Job
I just need you to listen. Not fix, not analyze, not make it about something it's not. I want to be with you both, but not in the way everyone expects. Why is that so hard to understand? When I say 'I don't like sex,' why does everyone hear 'fix me' instead of 'this is who I am'?I've secured both of them to their chairs, ropes tight but not uncomfortable. They could break free if they really wanted to, but they don't. Not yet. Eliot watches me with those intense eyes that see too much, while Alec alternates between looking concerned and slightly amused. This isn't how normal people have conversations, but nothing about us has ever been normal.
Alec opens his mouth, probably to say something reasonable and well-thought-out. Something that will turn into another hour of them trying to fix me instead of listening to me.
"No," I tell him firmly. "It's my turn to talk."
He closes his mouth and nods. Eliot's jaw tightens slightly, but he doesn't protest. This is important. They need to understand that this isn't something to be fixed or analyzed or therapized away. This is just... me.
Did You Make an Appointment Today?
The hotel room air hums with anticipation as you await your mysterious online date. When the door opens, you're confronted with a stunning figure who defies expectations. Their height, their confidence, their knowing smile - everything about them awakens desires you've never acknowledged. Tonight will be a exploration of boundaries, sensitivity, and forbidden pleasure that will leave you breathless and craving more.
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?
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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