The series’ Modern AU, taking place in a world that looks a lot like our own. All our characters are here and they have phone and the internet and cars, and they all live in the same city so they get to see each other more often even as they have their own individual plotlines. Featuring all the normal warnings for the rest of the story, but sometimes with major changes.
What are you up to? Pax texted Nate, as he keyed into Nate’s building.
Nate texted him back immediately, of course. Not much. Just dicking around on Netflix.
They should make a porn version of Netflix, Nate followed up as Pax went inside. Netdicks.
Augustus doesn’t understand how flying a Taxa fighter jet into the middle of nowhere is part of his training, which means either that it isn’t part of his training or that it’s part of some super awesome training programme he’s been selected for because he’s so cool.
It’s probably the second thing, he decides, though that doesn’t explain why Nathan is here with him. “Why are we bringing him?” he asks his mentor.
Lieutenant Syber Python doesn’t look up from the report he’s reading, even though he can interface with his unireader without visual input. “Because you are training partners and as such, your training should all be carried out in tandem, Cadet.”
Snowball: Merry Christmas and happy holiday season to people who don’t celebrate Christmas!
Drew woke up with a boner, which wasn’t unusual. He stretched a little, snuggling closer to Lyren, who was holding him. Lyren was still asleep, but he made a soft noise when Drew touched him, which made Drew snuggle closer. He felt warm, and safe, and…
Empty.
He wasn’t empty, though. The plug that he wore all the time was still inside him. Maybe he was just hungry or something, but he felt like he was missing something inside him that was supposed to be there.
He was so stupid, he thought, opening his eyes and looking up at Lyren. It was obviously Lyren’s dick. Carefully, he reached around and pulled the plug out, wincing a little. It was bigger than he’d remembered, not that he remembered actually putting it in. His ass was clean though, no cum inside it. He must have cleaned himself out after that party Derek had asked him to go to last night.
“You’re going to be fine, baby,” Erik said, rubbing a circle on John’s back.
John took a deep breath, then exhaled. Erik wasn’t dumb. ‘Baby’ wasn’t just a pet name for him. It centered him, made him feel okay even when he wasn’t. It made it easy for him to do things that were hard. It was a strong word for John.
Calling Edwin ‘little brother’ had used to have a similar effect. Erik didn’t know if it still would, even if they did manage to patch things up and get back together. The swim meet had gone well, which was a good sign.
But Edwin couldn’t be the only thing Erik worried about anymore. John needed his help too. “Thank you,” he said. “Thank you for coming with me.”
“Why do we have to do this every year?” Sam muttered, leaning against Henry in the car as they fucking finally drove home. He was already taking his tie off and unbuttoning his shirt.
“Because we’re criminals and if we don’t occasionally do a charity benefit then it makes us look bad,” Henry told him, putting an arm around Sam.
“Fuck that. Next year I’m taking over the world so that it doesn’t matter if people think we’re evil.”
“No.”
“Aw, come on!” said Alse’s cousin Kel. Kel wasn’t old enough to be one of the family members Alse hated, but he was old enough to look fuckable in his sailor suit, which he’d extremely explicably worn to the job interview that he’d shown up for on a holiday without telling Alse he was applying for a job. “Why?”
“Lots of reasons,” Alse said, looking at the resume Kel had given him. “First of all, the only job experience you’ve listed on here is feeding your neighbour’s cat while she was away.”
“Yeah?” Kel asked, shrugging as he looked around the aquarium, which was closed. “And you know what, Mango is still alive, Alse. I have a one hundred percent success rate with taking care of animals, and you have lots of animals to take care of. Clearly my skills are valuable.”
Hey! I think they jerked my race time off so it might be a while before I’m up if you want to go out and get lunch or something!
Robby felt bad lying to Edwin, but it was necessary. He sent the text, then he copied it and sent it to Erik too. It was the last swim meet of the year and Robby’s parents couldn’t take him, but Robby had really wanted to go because it was a really big meet and it was one of the provincial qualifiers, so Edwin had sucked Owen off and taken him, which was awesome of him. He’d said he’d be happy to take Robby to any of his meets that his parents couldn’t make, which was even more awesome of him.
Robby had invited Erik because Erik had been getting so much less shitty and he thought this might be a safe place for him to talk to Edwin and see if they could work things out at least a little.
But the problem was now they were both here, and they were going to see Robby.
Ray was hungry.
It wasn’t like he ate supper at the same time every day or anything, but usually they ate between five and six o’clock and tonight they were making pizza and they’d decided they’d eat at six and it was six o’clock now but Ray didn’t have any food.
This exact same atrocity had happened at lunch and breakfast. Breakfast! The most important meal of the day!
“Ray, it’s five o’clock,” Wes said patiently. “The dough is almost done rising and then we can make the pizzas.”
“Drew. Drew, wake up, silly.”
Drew blinked his eyes open, looking around the classroom. Shit, the classroom. He’d fallen asleep at school again. “I’m awake,” he muttered.
“Good. It’s time to go home.”
“Right.” Drew stood up, looking around the empty room, at the windows pounded by rain. He came to settle on Derek, which made him smile. “Thanks for waking me up.”
“Of course,” Derek said, helping Drew stand. He was such a good friend. Drew’s best friend. “Come on, let’s get you home.”
How Best to Use a Sword 