Louis’ face was completely stricken, one would think Bryan had just suggested murdering Louis’ puppy by the way his face dropped in horror. “If you stomp on my sandcastle I’ll murder you.” He said with dead seriousness before bursting into laughter.
The pause wasn’t lost on Louis ( though admittedly a lot was ) but he didn’t press it; Bryan would tell him what he wanted to tell him, it was a philosophy he lived his life by and he saw no reason to change that now. “That’s fair.” He said, his physical focus completely on the sand castle he was shaping and smoothing with his sandy hands. “Although I have to say I am always of the opinion that punching helps relieve stress.” He laughed.
“You know,” he broached, “Mandy and I have a hotel room behind us, at the Breakwater. Maia’s joined the crew and I think ‘Dessa is too, if you don’t mind rooming with a bunch of people you’re welcome to the two queens we pushed together.”
Bryan had just raised an eyebrow at Louis when the other looked stricken like that; because he didn’t believe that the other hadn’t done that, and if he hadn’t, then Bryan was just going to become concerned. He snorted and rolled his eyes when the other started laughing, playfully sticking his tongue out. “And what if I do and take off running before you can catch me to murder me?” He questioned innocently.
Although he’d thought about saying the names, Bryan wasn’t going to push it. After all, it wasn’t worth it anyway; that and he was still trying to be good about it. He hadn’t gone with nair after them, and he hadn’t started a fight yet; which was good, because he was not about to get his ass kicked on this vacation, or any other day, thank you. He wasn’t stupid, and he was kind of afraid of them. He was grateful for the way Louis just accepted it and continued working on the sand castle, as Bryan sat down and watched.
“… Really?” The hopefulness in his voice was high, because well, that would solve a lot of things if he didn’t have to tiptoe around the house for fear of a war breaking out or something. “I don’t mind at all, and I’m pretty sure they’ve all bunked with me at some point anyway so it’s cool. Honestly, that’s amazing and I will so take you up on that. That sounds a lot better than walking around on eggshells.” He reached out then, to start helping with the sandcastle.
“somehow?” she asks, eyebrows raising in her roommate’s direction. “what, don’t think i’m smart enough to be a lawyer?” she asks again, although the question’s a very loaded question. was there even a right way to answer it? luckily however, her quick defence seems to lower as bryan continues to thread his fingers through her hair, twisting them into braids. “now there’s a perfect idea – everyone should do that b, thanks for the idea.” she gleams, her body wiggling ever so slightly like she’s won something. when he offers up the suggestion of having an adventure with less alcohol, octavia actually can’t help but think it’s a great idea. sure. her life was fun. her nights were even better. but sometimes she liked to just enjoy the adventure, instead of the parties. “mmm, milkshakes,” she hums, her tongue wetting her lower lip. “can i stay here tonight – then we get started tomorrow?”
Bryan blinked, looking a little confused as Octavia raised her eyebrows at him. “What?” He asked, lost, “I never said that. I think you’re plenty smart enough to be a lawyer. I’m just saying, if you choose to become one, because right now you’re not.” He shrugged lightly, chuckling as she then began to relax. “I am full of good ideas,” He agreed then, “Maybe we put out a floor wide bulletin that everyone has to do that.” He continued to braid her hair, grinning as she agreed about the milkshakes; and nodded almost instantly at her question. “Of course,” He chuckled, “We can get some sleep and then first thing in the morning, after breakfast of course, we can get started on planning out that adventure.”
“Only my name, gorgeous.” Hector pressed Bryan back against the closed door to his apartment, thankful for the privacy instantly. He tossed his jacket off his shoulders, then tugged at the other man’s. “Over and over and over.” he said, lowering his lips to pull at exposed skin at Bryan’s neck. A hand worked pulling at the fabric between them, the other planting on the small of his back, pulling him close. “I wanna make you feel so good.”
Bryan let out a hum as Hector pressed him back against the door, smirking at his words. “You’re going to leave me so breathless that all I’ll be able to manage out is your name, huh?” He chuckled, helping to get his jacket off and tossing it aside, “Until I can’t speak anymore?” He licked his lips, tilting his head to give Hector more access to his neck. His hands gripped at the other’s shirt and then at his jeans, as if desperate to get both off and not sure which was going to come off first. He pressed close to Hector when the other pulled him close, hooking a leg around him slightly. “You always make me feel so good, handsome,” He purred out.
“Here?” Hector’s lips pulled into a smile, centimeters from Bryan’s. “We could get caught here. Any of your people wandering past. Any of mine.” he let his hands drift across Bryan’s too tight shirt, tugging at the hem. Hector pulled the offending garment up, letting his warm fingers drift the expanse of Bryan’s well toned stomach. “You really want to risk someone seeing you, panting and begging for me, all strung out on my touch?”
Bryan couldn’t help the grin that pulled at his lips, at hearing Hector’s words. “You act like I care right now about people catching us,” He chuckled out breathlessly, arching up against the other man as he felt his hands tugging his shirt up. He shivered at the touch, licking his lips and his face flushing red. Of course Bryan cared, he really wasn’t one for such a thing out in the open, but he’d also been working all day and finding a way to get someplace quiet and away from others was always difficult down here. “You wouldn’t want to show off your skills in making me melt under you?” He hummed out innocently, his own hands moving to grip at Hector’s shirt, glancing down the hallway and then back; just to make sure no one was going to actually come by.
Aries- one more round of shots. Running over a bridge at sunrise. Fighting with people you love, 60′s mod clothes and bloody knuckles, hugs with tears in your eyes and short hair blowing in the breeze. Making you feel like you’re in an exclusive clique.
Taurus– warm hugs and blankets. A feeling of belonging. Two types- the ones who slay at life and are everyone’s older sibling and the ones who are complete diamonds in the rough. Chocolate and kisses on your cheek that leave perfect lipstick marks. Little boxes full of memories. Subtle perfume that makes you calmer.
Pisces– stargazing, lullabies and heartbreak. Poems that you think of at 3am. Acoustic guitars. John green novels. Origami and shy giggles. The most open conversations that make you see new beauty in the world. Sighing when you’re lost for words.
Leo- crushing like you’re in middle school. Laughing until your ribs ache and your nose runs. Camaraderie, perfectly rolled cigarettes and lungs full of pride. Sitting on someone’s lap and feeling comfy there. Bringing a subtle gold glow of happiness to the room. Secret handshakes and in-jokes.
Capricorn– the type of rare people I don’t get to be friends with but wish I was. Knee high socks and the freshly mown grass of a school running track. bubblemint chewing gum and soft k-pop ballads on a sunny morning. Box braided hair and constellation freckles.
Libra– having your hair played with. Bags full of things people always need. Singing along to the car radio loudly and with all the wrong lyrics. Never knowing what to say but always being there when things are rough. Soft jumpers and smiling with one corner of your mouth.
Virgo- always running a hand through your hair when you see a mirror. Having a system for all your things that nobody gets. New book smell and bear hugs. Tears that come from nowhere. The feeling of getting the best view at the concert.
Cancer– pinkie promises and taking polaroids. Biting nails and fretting the small things. Friends that feel like family. The feeling of sand between your toes and staying up all night talking. Blanket forts and feeling frustrated. Celebrating the best in people.
Sagittarius– the thump in your chest when you see someone beautiful. Tears that sting your eyes and turn them red. Friends to the end, even when you change and grow. Second chances, driving with the windows down at night with your anthems playing. Muttering under your breath in your first language.
Gemini- fixing your computer in exchange for home cooking. Whispers during drinking games and being told what you don’t always want to hear. Spooning with friends. Shiny glasses, worn dance shoes and carpooling with your best friends. Feeling inadequate. Jumping on beds and sharing secrets.
Scorpio– the feeling of arriving right as the train does. Marble floors and soothing incense. Wishing your friends lived closer. Getting ready for a party and dancing around the room. Being wild beyond measure but always staying safe. Taking naps with people you love.
Aquarius– people watching over coffee. Interlocking fingers and pastel coloured post it notes. Comfy bean bags in libraries with fascinating rare books. Softly tracing skin. Stern looks and lip biting. Not getting the joke the first time round. Drowning out the world with headphones.
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