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Run Right Back || Lennon & Jude

woodenhearted:

It was a lot to swallow — the idea of Lennon liking Jude just as he was, with all of his shame, fear, lies, everything he kept buried so deep inside him he never believed anyone would ever be able to drag the real Jude to the surface again? It was terrifying and exhilarating all the same. “Hey,” Tipping Lennon’s chin up with his pointer finger, Jude smiled nervously, keeping his voice firm, his tone certain. “I mean it. I love you. Is.. that okay?” Sheepishly he tore his gaze away in anticipation of Lennon’s reaction. As Lennon moaned low in his ear, Jude struggled to catch his breath, feeling like everything had suddenly turned to slow motion and he needed more, he needed it all now — impatient and selfish and eager and simply wanting all of Lennon, everything he had to offer. A lopsided grin broke through his concentration, so conscious in how he moved, silently hoping he was doing okay, living up to Lennon’s expectations, God only knew Jude had no experience in this whatsoever. “N-no..” He shook his head, resting his hand atop of Lennon’s as it lay against Jude’s hip. “S’okay.. I like it.” Lennon was holding back, that much was obvious, but Jude knew now that he could handle it, and God, did he want it. “I thought I —” His words broke off into an involuntary moan as Lennon pushed further, eyes falling shut as he tried desperately to remember what he wanted to say. “.. Thought I told’ya not to go easy on me.. hm?” Jude finally choked the words out in between soft sighs and silent gasps, running his hands along the contours of Lennon’s back, softly at first, grip tightening the faster he and Lennon moved in unison. “I’m sure.” With a small smile, reassuring and maybe a little shy, Jude reached up the slightest bit to brush a soft kiss to Lennon’s nose. As Lennon’s pace quickened, Jude raced to keep up, feeling dazed, completely struck by how amazing it all felt, how different it was with Lennon — God, how could he have ever done this with anyone else? Years spent running from the truth, ignoring his sexuality, hiding who he was — and all the while this is what he was missing out on. Not just this, not sex… but Lennon. He was missing out on Lennon. Brows knotted together, Jude frowned playfully, nipping down on Lennon’s bottom lip as he teased Jude, moving in an agonizingly slow pace. “You’re lucky I just so happen to be pretty fuckin’ pathetically in love with you, Foley..” He teased, voice breathless and raspy and impatient as he dug his nails into Lennon’s back and pulled him close, his tone a little rough, a little taunting. “Harder,” He growled, breath hot on Lennon’s cheek as he spoke, biting back a wide smirk.

A nervous smile flit across Lennon’s face as Jude tipped up his chin, small and bemused. He blinked – almost unable to process what Jude was saying because of how calmly he spoke as he said it. “Is that okay?” Lennon repeated with a voice that was practically bursting at the seams with barely contained laughter. Bashfully he smacked his hand to his face, hiding his eyes so that only his bright grin and flushed cheeks were visible. Shyly he peeked out between two of his fingers, sighing as his gaze settled on Jude before him. “‘Course that’s okay…” As he pulled his hands away and really took in the sight of his best friend, breathless and blushing, Lennon could have sworn his heart swelled ten sizes in that moment alone. It so much so that he simply couldn’t contain all that he felt within him lest he explode. With an eagerness unparalleled he drew Jude back to face him as a bright look filled his eyes. “I love you, I love you—“ He repeated almost feverishly, his hands restless as they cupped his face, slipping from Jude’s jaw to his cheeks to his hair. “God, y’got no idea how much…” Having run out of words, Lennon did the only thing he knew how to — he kissed him and kissed him with everything he had. There were so many Sunday mornings Lennon spent feeling wrong in a stiff church pew, wedged between Matthew and Lorelei after a sleepover. He wasn’t from a church going family, this was a strange uncomfortable world for him, one of long prayers he didn’t understand and buttoned down oxfords he didn’t own. Those Sundays were enough to make him believe in something more though, something bigger – not in sermon or sacrament but song. Jude, to be more specific, Jude. He sang in the choir, in a corner of his life Lennon could only catch peripheral glimpses of as an outsider despite being his best friend. There was no sound more beautiful in the world than his singing, Lennon was certain of that – or at least he had been, until now. Nothing could top the way Jude moaned his name against his skin, the edges of his voice softened, the sticky heat of his breath, the rise and fall of his quiet sighs, there was no prettier sound, nothing even came close. “Jude…” Lennon dragged his mouth along the sharp line of his jaw, shivers slipping down his spine from the rough feeling of his stubble against his skin. “Y-y’sure?” Despite his apprehension Jude’s insistence and eagerness brought a laugh to his lips, causing him to roll his eyes. Lennon’s movements grew slowed and gentle as he studied Jude’s face carefully. He was scared of pushing too far and hurting him but he had to trust him too. He did trust him. Shaking his head with a fond grin, he finally gave in. “Well… alright.” He trailed off with a playful lilt, cutting himself off as he stole a deep kiss. Something shifted in the air between them, it became charged, electric. At first Lennon continued to tease him, slowly trailing his hand down the length of Jude’s body. He took time and care, feeling over each dip and curve he came across. It wasn’t enough and it would never be — he wanted time to memorize him, to know Jude so well that he would recognize him by touch alone, but that was not his goal. Not right now. All he wanted was to make him squirm, to tease him till he could take it no longer. Urged on by impatient murmurs and the push of Jude’s hips, Lennon grasped his hand and laced their fingers together tightly. A low, breathless laugh escaped against Jude’s mouth as he pinned his hand back above his head, falling into a steady build as he began to move with him once more. This time there were no trembling hands or trembling hips from holding back, only fingers grasping at the bedsheets and the sound of their breathless sighs falling into a singular rhythm in tandem. “You’re doin’ perfect, Babe…” He was still nervous that much was obvious. Jude’s emotions were almost a sixth sense to Lennon now – something that came naturally to him after years of friendship. These days he was never without two fingers pressed to that pulse, ever mindful of the effect he on him. With hands that radiated heat he took a firm hold of his hips and began to guide him through the motions, taking away the pressure to perform. “Jus’ like that.” Between the two of them Jude didn’t have to be anything but himself. Lennon couldn’t help but laugh as Jude kissed his nose. In playful return he brushed his nose against his before stealing a real kiss. He tangled his fingers in his mess of curls and drew him in, letting their foreheads bump together as his brows furrowed. The feel of Jude’s nails pressed into his skin sent a heavy shiver down his spine and set him alight in a way he knew not possible. A fond smirk flit across his face for just a moment, simultaneously amused and enamored with Jude’s ability to go from bashful to commanding within moments. “H— harder?” Lennon turned his face and hid in the crook of Jude’s neck, pressing an haphazard open mouthed kiss to the hinge of his jaw. Almost possessively he clutched him closer. “Tell me if M’hur—“ Lennon’s breath caught mid sentence, bringing him to a pause as he bit down on his lower lip to withhold a moan. Against all better judgement he gave into himself and into Jude, moving in firm purposeful motions. “—hurtin’ you, okay?”

[ TEXT ] Gunnar » Marley

  • Marley: You're kidding me, right? You were running around fucking your BOSS' WIFE in broom closets and backseats while /I/ was helping the girls with their homework every night
  • Marley: While /I/ cooked dinner so your mom could actually sit down for two fucking seconds
  • Marley: While I wore this stupid fucking ring on my finger and drove myself to insanity trying to figure out why even touching me seemed like such a chore to you
  • Marley: And /I'm/ the one being interrogated?
  • Gunnar: Are you serious right now?! Marley! Yell at me all you want AFTER telling me where it is.
  • Gunnar: Stop avoiding the fucking question!
  • Gunnar: YEAH you're being interrogated.
  • Gunnar: Because you were at our house, and our money is missing and surprise surprise!
  • Gunnar: Most people need their RENT money to pay their rent to not be HOMELESS.

[ TEXT ] Gunnar » Marley

  • Marley: What?
  • Marley: Oh.. typo I guess.
  • Marley: Just fucking tell me, Gunnar! I think you owe me that much, don't you?
  • Marley: ....
  • Marley: What money?
  • Gunnar: Oh yeah right, you completely destroy the house and our rent money just HAPPENS to be missing and you have nothing to do with it?
  • Gunnar: Sure. OK, makes sense.
  • Gunnar: Tell me where the fucking money is and I'll tell you how long, how about that?

[ TEXT ] Gunnar » Marley

  • Marley: I don't have anything to say to you, and I sure as hell don't want you anywhere near us.
  • Marley: Actually, fine, you want to talk? We can talk.
  • Marley: How long? I mean, what are we talking here.. weeks? Months? YEARS?
  • Marley: Mm I don't know about that.. looked like you wanted her pretty badly from where I was standing
  • Gunnar: Us? Who is us?
  • Gunnar: No Marley – this is the kind of stuff we need to talk about in person, okay? Can I come over?
  • Gunnar: WHAT THE FUCK.
  • Gunnar: Where's our fucking money?! Marley what did you do!?

[ TEXT ] Gunnar » Marley

  • Marley: Aw, don't worry. Left the ring. Hope it's her size.
  • Marley: Fucked up? That is such a fucking /pathetic/ understatement.
  • Marley: There's nothing to talk about, okay? Isn't this what you wanted?
  • Gunnar: No nononoo no no, come on, please, can I come over? Can we talk about this?
  • Gunnar: Okay, there are not enough words to say HOW MUCH I fucked up, but that's the only one I've got I just need to see you.
  • Gunnar: No it's not! YOU are what I want!

[ TEXT ] Gunnar » Marley

  • Gunnar: Whoa whoa whoa whoa, Marley where's all of your stuff? Can't we talk about this?
  • Gunnar: I fucked up okay? I fucked up bigger than I've ever fucked up but I NEED to talk to you!!
  • Gunnar: Marley?
  • Gunnar: Mar?

text // emmerik & kas

  • Emmerik: No, no, Kas you're safe, I'm safe
  • Emmerik: I dont want to hurt you don't youget that?
  • Emmerik: Please
  • Emmerik: Kas?
  • END

text // emmerik & kas

  • Emmerik: Okay.. okay, you're right, it's not a big deal.
  • Emmerik: Just come home and.. we can forget about this. We don't have to talk about it, not if you don't want to
  • Emmerik: Please don't do this
  • Emmerik: Come home
  • Kasimir: I'm sorry I just can't. I can't it's not safe.
  • Kasimir: My phone is dying I should shut it off, ok?
  • Kasimir: I love you I love you I'm so sorry

text // emmerik & kas

  • Emmerik: You're really serious about this, aren't you?
  • Emmerik: Oh, God.. Kas. Why didn't you tell me?
  • Emmerik: No, please, /please/ come home..
  • Emmerik: It's okay, alright? It's okay. I'm not mad. Just come home so we can talk, Kas. That's all I'm asking..
  • Kasimir: Yeah I'm serious... oh god please don't freak out it's not a big deal
  • Kasimir: Well I mean look at how well this conversation went, why would I EVER want to tell you???
  • Kasimir: No no no I just
  • Kasimir: I can't, okay?? I just can't it'll be fine you won't even know i'm gone, there's nothing to talk about.

text // emmerik & kas

  • Emmerik: I know... that was wrong of me. I'm sorry, Kas. I'm so sorry. Just... none of this is making any sense.
  • Emmerik: Right.. you don't want to break up, you just think I'm trying to kill you.
  • Emmerik: Please explain to me how that works.
  • Emmerik: Just tell me this is a joke. Tell me you're messing with me and come home. Please, baby..
  • Kasimir: It just does! Don't you get how hard I've been trying to avoid /this/???
  • Kasimir: oh god idk i can't do this i'm sorry
  • Kasimir: I don't know if I can come home right now...
  • Kasimir: i'm sorry about the takeout