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tyler | he/him | I follow back with oneese
06 Sep 2015
07:36
Words: 1324
Genre: Angst.
Pairing: Smornby although its not shippy
Warnings: This fic contains extremely dark themes of death and extreme violence and murder. NSFW please don’t read if you are triggered by these things.
Thanks to smoobss and all those who came to my writing stream for the help!
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23 Aug 2015
04:06
im doing these totally out of order so dont worry if you sent one a while ago I’ll get to it2- “Have you lost your damn mind?”
“Jesus Smith, you are so drunk.” Ross chuckled, pushing Smith off of him, away from the stool next to the bar he was seated on.
“Come on, let’s just go up to our room and fuck.” Smith said, pressing his chest against Ross’, lips curled into a smile, hands reaching down to palm Ross through his jeans.
“F-fuck” Ross exhaled, pushing Smith off him once again. “Have you lost your damn mind, Smith? People we know are here you can’t just be doing that. Someone is going to see!” Ross scooted off the chair onto his feet, glancing around to see if anyone had watched that scene. No one, thank god. He felt arms reaching around his waist, again tucking his fingers into his waistband.
“Okay okay” He admitted back, breath heavy with new arousal, grabbing Smith’s hands and admiring the feel of him before pulling it away again. “Let’s go then” He grabbed at Smith’s arms and rushed into the elevator, eagerly pressing the button for their floor and standing quietly. He felt the heat of Smith’s body press against him, and noticed the strong smell of alcohol come off of his breath when he whispered.
“You know mate” His hand wandered down, reaching behind Ross’ body and grabbing his rear. “We are alone in here,”