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ǫ | quentin toma ([personal profile] longitudinal) wrote2025-06-01 10:21 am

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holyposition: (costume dept fail)

[personal profile] holyposition 2025-06-03 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
Favoritism for what? My sport was football, so correct me if I'm wrong, but quickest time wins. Easy.

Rotten luck. Not the worst deal though, if he's not expecting any repeats.
nightsung: (pic#17883410)

[personal profile] nightsung 2025-06-04 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
Massage seems like our first order of business, then. Wouldn't do to have our resident Olympian pulling a muscle in the pool.
kobes: ([fb] you got me fiending)

[personal profile] kobes 2025-06-04 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
Mmm. Less syllables. [koby mumbles it, hooking his thumbs into his underwear – boyshorts, clingy and dark, hugging the curve of his ass – and tugging them down in one smooth motion. he’s not self conscious in the least, yawning and scratching his fluffed-up hair with a grimace, the same downy pink as the neatly-trimmed fluff between his legs.

not waiting for quentin (q) to respond, koby kicks his shed clothes towards the door, then pads over to the shower, looking at the soapy, offered hand with a scrunched nose.
] You usually shower in clothes? I’m moving slow, be nice to me, I’m dying of a hangover. [he sets one hand into the offered one, using the grip to balance his wobbly legs as he neatly steps into the tub, careful not to slip.] Probably gonna die right here, right as you’re making me wash your back.

[koby huffs and puffs, but, after ducking under the spray and letting it stream hot and scouring and restoring over his exhausted body, he flicks his hair out of his face, then prods at quentin’s shoulder with his fingertips.] Go on, turn around.
holyposition: (so baby girl)

[personal profile] holyposition 2025-06-04 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
Have they tried just swimming faster?

My parents. They're all up in arms about "inappropriate age gaps".
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holyposition: (the only daylight 50s scene)

[personal profile] holyposition 2025-06-04 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
No one. Well, I'm seeing someone, but it's not serious.

Harry. He's 37 and recently divorced. Papa's on a tear.
holyposition: (writing)

[personal profile] holyposition 2025-06-04 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
I can trust you with a secret, right? Top secret.

They want to marry me off to someone richer or more famous, I guess.
holyposition: (actually i'm a man now)

[personal profile] holyposition 2025-06-04 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
The tabloids have seen us together. Everyone has. They just don't know it's him.

They'd come around on it, if you can pull out the win.
holyposition: (and the light's always red)

[personal profile] holyposition 2025-06-04 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
He's around here somewhere.

You know I wouldn't put you through that. The marraige part, at least.
holyposition: (by the highway)

[personal profile] holyposition 2025-06-04 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Sure. He’s sweet. Just a little intense.

God, you’re right. Marry me immediately so you can move to Europe and not have to worry about bullshit like health insurance. Might not be too late to swim for Italy.
holyposition: (driving away)

[personal profile] holyposition 2025-06-04 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, you know. He wants me to be more than the younger guy he fucks through his mid-life crises. Gotta calm him down every once in a while. He's great though. He'll make someone really happy after he wraps up his meltdown.

💍💍
kobes: ([fb] you got me fiending)

[personal profile] kobes 2025-06-05 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
[despite his raging, violent hangover, koby makes a softly appreciative sound at the broad expanse of warm-toned skin in front of him, reaching out to trail his fingers lightly down quentin’s spine, from the nape of his neck to his narrow waist, resting his palm there for a moment. his hands are careful, roughened, palms callused, but they rest there like he knows the spot intimately, like he’s touched quentin there a million times b̷͖͑é̴̦c̸̼͝â̵̞u̸̲̅s̵̞̍e̵̖̕ ̵̯̽h̶̰́ẻ̵̻ ̵͜͠ḥ̴̄a̶̫͊s̶̻͂–

the thought slips away, like the water coursing down his back, now that the direct spray is being diverted. the bathroom is warm enough, steamy and heated, that koby doesn’t feel a chill as he reaches to grab one of the many, many little bottles of body wash and pop the top.
] Well, don’t say things you don’t mean, maybe, dumbass.

[grumbling, grumbling, pouring the sandalwood-scented soap into his palm, then rubbing his hands together briskly.] Yeah, pretty sure that’d count as premeditated. The tequila shots are an accomplice, though, so maybe you’ll get off with a misdemeanor or something. [there are sponges, washcloths, even a few loofahs, but koby uses his hands to start sudsing up quentin’s back instead, skillful and focused, instinctively seeking out any knots of tension and starting to knead them away.]
holyposition: (freezer bride)

[personal profile] holyposition 2025-06-05 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
They always do.

Depends on how you place :)
holyposition: (fuzzy chest pillow hours)

[personal profile] holyposition 2025-06-05 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
That's what they all say.

I have too much faith in your winning chances to take that deal, Quentin.

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