Featuring:Tom and Harry were in their suite, on the top floor of their hotel. They were just sitting on the sofa and although the TV was on, neither of them were paying attention to the screen. Instead, they were both softly making out with their lips dancing against one another. Tom was wearing some pieces of his military costume from the set of Cherry - something he would be wearing tomorrow on set. He was wearing the camo jacket and pants, along with the dog tags on a chain around his neck. Harry loved it so much - it turned him on even more than the Spider-Man spandex. The jacket was open and undone. Underneath, Tom was shirtless, so his defined, lean body was exposed for Harry to run his fingers over.
“I'm so glad you got today off.” Harry whispered, between kisses as it gradually got more and more heated. “Me too, darling. I missed our time together.” Tom whispered back, caressing Harry’s freckled face as they looked into one another’s eyes. Harry was just wearing a simple black t-shirt and jeans. They both leaned back in for another kiss and soon, Tom was pushing Harry backwards, so he was on top of his little brother. Tom’s tongue pushed past Harry’s lips and explored his mouth as the younger sibling moaned quietly. Tom’s hips were soon grinding against Harry’s as they hungrily made out, with Harry gripping Tom’s messy, ungroomed curls. However, their moment of bliss was interrupted, when they heard a knock at the door. “Ignore it.” Harry whimpered when Tom broke off, grabbing his perky ass and holding it so their crotches were still pressed together. “Mmmm, you’re really that horny, huh?” Tom smirked before leaning down and pecking Harry’s neck with his lips. Harry nodded, desperately. “Then be a good boy and wait for me.” Tom said into his ear in a low, firm voice. Chills rushed through Harry’s body as Tom got up off the couch. “Awh fucking hell…” Harry pouted as he watched his brother walk out of the living room.
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Featuring:The film was finished. For the past few months, Max Schneider, Jordan Fisher and Ross Butler had been working on a movie for Netflix and every day the sexual tension between the three of them had been growing and growing, just waiting to be unleashed. A couple days after the last scene was shot, there was a wrap party where all the cast and crew were invited. It was at the director’s mansion, late at night. Max was casually wandering around, wearing a shimmering, silver shirt and a pair of black, skinny jeans. He was just getting a beer from the bar when Jordan came over. He had clearly gotten more tipsy than Max, judging by the way he walked. He was wearing a salmon shirt and a pair of pale blue pants.
“Hey man. How’re you doing?” He smiled. “I'm good, dude. Enjoying the party?” Max smiled back. “Yeah. Listen, me and Ross found a hot tub upstairs - we’re gonna take a dip.” Jordan explained, taking a couple beer bottles in his hand. “Join us.” “Seriously?” “Yeah! It's awesome and nobody's even there. It'll be all ours.” Jordan insisted. Max thought about the sexual possibilities of three drunk, naked, horny men in a hot tub. “Okay, lead the way.” Max said. Featuring:Steve attempts to enlist in the army yet again and after a scuffle in an alleyway, Bucky tends to Steve in more ways than one. Meanwhile, in Brooklyn, at a registration office, there were dozens of men in their underwear, reading newspapers and chatting as they waited to be examined and recruited. In the midst of muscle and skin, however, was a small, fragile, skinny boy named Steve Rogers. He had short, blond hair, a pale, narrow face and very pink lips. Finally, the man behind the desk called the boy’s name up. Steve folded his newspaper and stood up, before walking over with his half nude, thin body on complete display. He walked to the desk and handed his papers to the older man.
“What did your father die of?” He asked as he read through them. “Mustard gas. He was in the 107th Infantry.” Steve answered, calmly. “I was hoping I could be assigned-” “Your mother?” “She was a nurse in a TB ward. Got hit. Couldn’t shake it.” Steve explained. The man’s eyes scanned down the long list of medical issues on Steve’s papers. “Sorry, son.” “Look, just give me a chance.” “You’d be ineligible on your asthma alone.” “Is there anything you can do?” Steve asked, desperate. “I’m doing it. I’m saving your life.” And just like that, Steve was denied. Despite his ambition to become a soldier and serve his country, his body wouldn’t let him. It was depressing and soul crushing, no matter how many times Steve tried to sign up for the army. Featuring:Being on the run was difficult. After the events in Berlin, the fight at the airport and severing ties with Tony, at least for now, Steve was forced to go into hiding with Nat and Sam. From motel to motel, they kept moving, with Steve growing out a beard and his hair, but still keeping his impressive, strong build. Tonight, the runaways had found a motel somewhere in a small, forgotten town. Steve carried the bags as they approached the main door, with them all wearing caps and sunglasses. But as they drew closer, they saw that there was a sign on the dusty glass door saying ‘CLOSED’.
“Looks like it’s been out of business for some time.” Sam mentioned, peeking inside and seeing how abandoned it looked. “Perfect. Means less potential people who can report us.” Natasha said. After the Black Widow finished picking the lock, the three of them went inside. It was a dusty, murky lobby room. It looked like it hadn't been open for a few months or so. “On the bright side, at least we have this place to ourselves.” Steve shrugged. “Aw yeah, I've always wanted a turd to myself.” Sam scoffed, flicking a switch despite the power being out. “It'll do. We’re only here for the night, anyway.” Steve chuckled. Featuring:It’s the last day on set for Tom as he’s filming Spider-Man. You’re staying in the flat you both were living in during the production, patiently waiting for him to return home. You watched some movies, ate lunch, texted Harrison and did all you could to keep yourself from getting bored. So you were pretty happy when you heard the keys turning in the lock of the door. You eagerly go to greet him in the entry hallway, only to see him in a strange attire. Tom is wearing a black jacket over a pink shirt and a pair of jeans. However, underneath all that, he’s wearing the actual Spider-Man spandex. It was pretty hot…
“What are you doing in that thing?” You laugh as he chuckles at your reaction, putting his rucksack down on the floor. “Nice to see you, too.” He says sarcastically, before coming over to give you a sweet kiss. “I begged and begged and the costume department has finally let me keep this suit.” He says with the biggest grin. “And you wore it home?” You giggle. “Well, I know how much it turns you on.” Tom smirks, wrapping his arms around your waist before giving you another kiss. This one was far more passionate though. He wasn't wrong, either. You feel the Lycra fingers run up the back of your shirt, stroking your spine and sending chills through your body. He gives a small laugh into your lips, knowing he had all of you. You pull at the jacket, stripping it off of Tom’s arms and letting it drop to the floor. “Mmm fuck… Bedroom. Now.” Tom soon growls, breaking off your lips. “You got it, Spider-Man.” You smirk, taking his hand. |
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