Alessandra Hazard Quotes

You're not a good one, mind you. Your technique needs work. You're overeager." Ryan smirked a little. "I get it - who wouldn't be overeager to kiss me?"

Finally, he got the reaction he wanted: Jamie rolled his eyes, though his face was still red from embarrassment. "Fuck off."

Still smirking lazily, Ryan leaned back against the couch, stretching his arm along the back. "Is that how you talk to your best mate who's about to offer you to practice on him?"

Jamie blinked a few times, looking adorably bewildered. "You're joking."

Ryan met his gaze steadily. "Nope. I promise not to laugh at you and just tell you if you're doing something wrong."

Jamie just stared at him.

"Hurry up before I change my mind," Ryan said.

He didn't want to make love or even have sex with Tristan - he wanted to fuck.

In other circumstances, if Jamie hadn't been so miserable, Ryan would have laughed. Jamie rarely got so pissed that he lost the thread of the conversation. "Yes, you are." Cradling Jamie's face, he brushed his lips against Jamie's forehead. "Everything will be fine, you'll see." He kissed Jamie's temple.

Jamie shuddered. "Don't. Not now. I can't - not now."

Frowning, Ryan pulled back to look at his friend.

Jamie was staring at him oddly, his lips parted and curled in half a grimace, his eyes gleaming with desperation. "I - " he said before suddenly lunging forward and closing the distance between their mouths.

For a moment, Ryan's alcohol-fogged brain couldn't understand what was going on.

Jamie was kissing him.

Jamie was kissing him. Or at least trying to, his lips clumsy and awkward but desperate and needy - so needy it was weirding Ryan out.

But I don't like him," Emily said stubbornly but lowered her voice. "Don't like how he looks at you."
"How he looks at me?" Shawn repeated.
"Like Bee looks at a pancake.

He was weak for Ryan, always had been and always would be, but he was much weaker without Ryan. Sighing,

His dark eyes were wide and beautiful, and his lips looked soft and very pink. It was irritating. Everything about the boy irritated him: the way he looked, the way he talked, the way he fucking breathed. Roman

The fucked up part is, I get off on it - on how wrong it is. I get off on fucking your mouth because it feels wrong to dirty you up, and because - because there's a part of me that wants to own you.

You've gotten cheeky, Becca."
"Me? Never. Can I let him in, please? He's giving me a headache. He doesn't seem to understand he can't enter your office whenever he wants."
Jared couldn't help a smile. That sounded like Gabriel. "Didn't you tell him I'm busy?"
"I did. And you know what he said? 'But it's me.' As if the rules don't apply to him." She couldn't quite keep the dislike from her voice.
Jared's smile disappeared. "That's enough, Rebecca. Let him in." Jared hung up, his mood souring. He knew Rebecca meant well. She was just a little overprotective of him and she had never liked Gabriel. To be fair, Gabe wasn't sunshine and rainbows: he could be a bit of a jerk around people he didn't care about - which was most people - but he was fiercely loyal to those few he did care for.

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Yeah," Jamie said, studying his own hands. "I fucked him." "But not the other way round?" "No. He wanted to. We tried, but I couldn't relax," Jamie murmured, even the tips of his ears red. "That's why he called me frigid, I guess." "That's

Bollocks," Ryan said. "I've seen you draw. You're very good, especially at drawing portraits."

James almost laughed. He wasn't all that good at drawing portraits. He was good at drawing Ryan.

Gabriel's throat closed up.
The wind howled; the snowstorm was still raging outside.
He sat on the couch next to Jared and put his head on his shoulder. He breathed in, letting Jared's familiar scent wash over him. It was usually enough to calm him, but this time, the fear in the pit of his stomach only worsened.
He would lose Jared. Sooner or later, Jared would decide he couldn't do it anymore. He would leave him.
Gabriel burrowed deeper into Jared's side, wrapping his arm around his waist.

She didn't need to know how messed up in the head he was. How utterly pathetic he was. It had been months, for fuck's sake. He wasn't supposed to still feel like curling up into a ball, closing his eyes and hoping it was all just a bad dream and Jared wasn't out of his life forever.
Forever.
His throat closed up and Gabriel started walking faster. He wanted fresh air. He hated hospitals. Hated that every tall, dark-haired man in a white coat made his breath hitch. It was fucking stupid. Jared rarely wore white coats; he favored scrubs. But maybe Jared wore them now. It wasn't like he would know.

Like Bee looks at a pancake.

He couldn't deny that he was drawn to this boy, emotionally attracted to him in a way he'd never been to any woman, and that emotional attachment seemed to spill over and mutate into a physical need, his sexuality be damned. He wanted Sammy's warmth and affection so much that he wanted to put himself inside the boy as deep as he could until he was Sammy's entire world.

Hochu yobnut tebya, kudryashka," Roman said in Russian, his voice still hoarse from sleep. "Hochu trahnut tebya bez rezinki." Luke shuddered. He hadn't understood everything Roman had said, but the general gist was pretty clear: Roman wanted to fuck him without a condom, and he had used some of the filthiest Russian words for "fuck.

Ryan is straight," James said.

"Everyone's straight until they're not," Tristan said, looking bored. "Zach isn't exactly gay, either. Attraction is either there or not, and labels have little to do with it.

Tristan pursed his lips. Gabriel used to be more fun. These days it seemed he just didn't give a fuck about anything. It annoyed Tristan, and it annoyed him that it annoyed him. It was normally amusing when his so-called brother was having a shitty day, but Gabriel's continued disinterest in everything was downright boring. It sucked all the fun out of it.

Every thrust was harder and deeper, but he couldn't fuck Tristan hard enough as he drank in the sight of him: his beautiful back and ass, and his own cock pistoning in and out of Tristan's hole.

James wasn't sure when exactly it had started - when he had fallen in love with his best friend. He couldn't remember a time he didn't love him. Even when they were kids, he'd had a pretty bad case of puppy love:

They all wanted me to sell you out."
There was silence on the line. They both knew that Vlad knew too much about Roman's business dealings - both legal and illegal. He could have made a fucking fortune on selling Roman out.
"Why haven't you?" Roman said, sounding unconcerned, as if he hadn't doubted for a moment that Vlad wouldn't do it.
Vlad scowled and took a gulp of beer.
"Because apparently I'm an idiot.

You'll have her in half an hour." He did. And if he thought about the boy in the next room as he slammed into the woman, he was the only witness and judge.

Truth be told, they had never been particularly passionate, not even in their early twenties. Zach had never considered himself a passionate man.

It was a special kind of hell: to be so close to him and know he could never have him.

Jamie. God, I want you." His hands were already parting Jamie's thighs and stroking them impatiently. He wanted - needed - to put himself inside him, the urgency of that need threatening to swallow him up. "Okay,

I love you," Jared said. The words tasted bittersweet on his tongue but it was also a relief to be able to say them. He tipped Gabriel's face up and dragged his mouth gently across Gabriel's jaw. "I love you."
Gabriel practically melted into him, tucking his face into the crook of Jared's neck. "I love you more," he whispered, brushing his lips against Jared's throat. A chaste kiss. Chaste words.
But there was nothing chaste about the way kiss body reacted. Jared's heart was hammering in his chest, the familiar mix of want and longing, pain and euphoria coursing through his veins.
Jared closed his eyes and wondered if this was how it felt to be between heaven and hell.

But Jamie was moaning around his cock, that shameless look of pure bliss on his face, and Ryan wanted to fuck his mouth again. So he did.

If he had slept with Zach, he would have regretted it, anyway. A fuck wasn't worth his self-esteem. He would never be the "other woman," as his mother had been.

He had his hands propped behind his head in that universal guy gesture, looking casual, relaxed and very male. Tristan

Sometimes love isn't pretty. It's not neat, and it's not textbook perfect. There's no template for love. Sometimes it's dirty. Sometimes it's a bit creepy. And sometimes it hurts.

Claire's lips twisted as she remembered the match against Arsenal last season. It had been a very important London derby and Gabriel's team had lost thanks to the referee's questionable decision to disallow Gabriel's goal. To say Gabriel was angry and upset would be to say nothing. Claire tried to comfort him, but Gabriel yelled at her to leave him alone and that he didn't want company, so Claire decided to take a walk and give him a few minutes to calm down. When she returned ten minutes later, she found Gabriel huddled into Jared's side, his expression calm and relaxed as Jared stroked his back and whispered something into his ear. Claire stood still, feeling like an outsider watching something she could never be part of.
That was why she'd been pleased about Jared quitting his job and returning to the States. She had thought she would finally have her boyfriend all to herself.
Claire chuckled. How naive she had been.

Sometimes I think we were born in the wrong bodies, Jamie. Maybe we were. Maybe you were my girl in a previous life and my soul still remembers.

Don't be so nervous," Ryan said, burying his fingers in Jamie's hair and stroking it soothingly.

"It's just me. Don't freak out on me."

Jamie huffed out a laugh. "This is crazy," he mumbled, staring at Ryan's lips.

"A little," Ryan said, applying pressure to Jamie's head until their forehead touched. "Watch and learn.

He wanted to have him, needed to put himself on him, in him, crawl his way inside, brand him, love him, use him, take care of him, own him, cram all of him into Jamie - Jamie

And just like that, they were fine.

For now.

Because James couldn't forget Ryan's voice when he said he would never be able to have a relationship with anyone because of Jamie. Sooner or later, that sort of resentment would kill any affection, no matter how deep.

It was only a matter of time.

When his head cleared a little, Roman found that he had the boy cradled against his chest, his fingers carding through the moist curls. Luke was nuzzling into his collarbone, all but purring. He really was such a kitten. "Why

He couldn't look away from the pale curve of Jamie's spine. From the two dimples just above the swell of Jamie's ass. From the tiny pink hole between Jamie's pale, lush cheeks. He felt like a bloody pervert every time he looked at the picture. This time was no exception, but he wasn't looking away. He never could. He licked his dry lips, looking at Jamie's hole.