But he’s older than them
there’s only one explanation
This particular route easily added two extra miles onto Erik’s Tuesday trips into town but the possibility of seeing Charles
biting his lipworking his land was just too tempting to miss. Maybe he’d even be invited in again for more sexchess.
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Well, not so much decided to stay as realized what a fool he’d been to leave in the first place. He spent the next twelve hours moving heaven and earth to get back before Charles realized he was gone. Which, judging by the cheeky smile, he suspects Charles already knew.
And then they snogged each other senseless.
I’ve been waiting for someone to put these two photos together!
Serial Killer Mcfassy?
Shirtless assassin Mcfassy?
Street Criminal Mcfassy?
THE CHOICES NEVER END
I take mine shaken, with lots of UST stirred into the mix. It’s heavenly.
how about El Mariachi McFassy?
FassAvoy sketch. I’m making a color version of the drawing.
Why do you look sad?
WELCOME TO MCFASSY, THE LAND OF CROSSOVERY AWESOMENESS
“Freak, seriously… stop it. I have to kill this guy. I am so not letting you have anymore weed.”
Brandon gave him a red eyed leer and lunged for the zip on Wesley’s jacket, again. Wesley made a very annoyed huff as he resorted to slapping Brandon’s hands away. Brandon was not to be put off though. He got his hands on Wesley’s jacket and yanked the zipper down, shoving his hands into Wesley’s armpits and rubbing his thumbs over Wesley’s nipples.
“Jesus Christ!” Wesley squealed as Brandon’s lips attached themselves to his neck. “Seriously… stop. Come on. I’ll miss my window of opportunity…”
“Oh well…” came the rough whisper, right before teeth scraped over Wesley’s ear.
He whined and wriggled, blood coming up as all the handling began to get him going. He wanted more handling but not until the business was done. Besides they’d make too much noise and as they’d broken into this house, it might a bit hard to explain them shagging in the third floor front room when the residents returned. Not that Brandon probably couldn’t, but he still didn’t want to miss this chance.
“Freeeeaaak… shit, come on… I won’t be able to see straight.”
“Noo, come onnnn… you just want me to miss so you can stay and do more weed.”
Brandon smiled unapologetically and shoved his tongue down Wesley’s throat. Wesley growled and gave a good shove, catching Brandon off balance. Brandon stumbled back with a slightly dazed look to his face. Wesley stepped back against the wall, zipped up and clutched the neck of his jacket tightly. He stuck his chin out defiantly and scowled.
“Right, no fucking till I kill this guy. Seriously.”
Brandon grinned and licked his lips.
“I like it when you fight.”
“How much of that shit did you smoke?”
“It was the brownies.”
Wesley huffed out a laugh and gingerly made his way past Brandon to the window. He squinted out and picked up the rifle that was propped against the wall.
“Thought I tasted chocolate.”
Wesley hefted the rifle into position and looked out of the scope and onto the canal. There wasn’t much traffic this time of day so his target was fairly simple to spot.
“No molesting me for the next five minutes.”
“You’ve never needed five minutes before.”
Wesley took a calming breath and carefully sighted. The boat motored forward slowly, this line of sight gradually clearing.
“I’m starting without you,” Brandon purred.
“How is that different from any other day?”
Wesley groaned as he registered the sound of a zip being pulled down.
“You are impossible, Freak. Seriously.”
“Who’s going to finish first, little virgin?”
Wesley didn’t even shake his head. That would throw off his aim. He grinned at the little groans he heard. Those and the rough rustle of skin on skin.
He gave a firm squeese of the trigger and let out the breath he was holding. It was a short count for the distance then he watched as the target collapsed among a flurry of screaming tourists. Wesley inhaled deeply and turned, just as Brandon came all over the front of his jacket.
“Ugh, you are so gross!” Wesley laughed. “I should make you lick that all off!”
Brandon chuckled. He grinned as he zipped back up and licked his lips.
“Good idea,” he said as he fell to his knees.
(photo from pearlo)
James is saying you kinda made him feel a bit old [on set]. He’s like, ‘All these young kids doing their thing…’ (x)
We demand video footage of Mac and Fass being dorks together!
“Wes, stand still.”
“I want to take your picture.”
“Come on, Brandon…”
Brandon moved him closer to the light and turned him this way and that until he was happy.
“Can we go after this?”
Wesley was tired. He hated these parties and only did them to find his targets. No luck tonight though. No luck made him cranky and pouty.
“Get your hands out of your pockets.”
“Fuck you, Brandon.”
Wesley huffed but moved one of his hands to slide up his under his jacket. Immediately the flash popped. He was pleased to note that still worked. He yawned then and leaned against the wall. Brandon slithered up tightly against him.
“You look like a bored boy toy.”
“I am a bored boy toy. And a tired one. Let’s gooooo.”
Brandon winked and stole a swift kiss.
“I’ll make you a cocoa.”
“Ok, just don’t put a roofie in it. I’ll probably fall asleep on you anyway.”
Brandon laughed and kissed him again.