Fic

If Peter would just put his hand on his arm as he had done in the barn, that gentle pressure seeping deep down into his bones, without the illness and the masquerade—but the wanting of it was too weak and newborn to bring into the light.

“i’ll do whatever you ask of me.” he doesn’t mean for it to sound so desperate, but he’s starting to realize that there’s not much he can do to get around it, not when he feels the way that he does; kinn turns away from the window, framed in the infinite blue sky behind him; exhausted for a second, heavy-headed, big thinks, from a crown that has never seemed more ill-fitting.

Tay and Time run into Big on his night off. Kinn may not want to play with his own toys, but he's never told them they couldn't help themselves.

But there’s something about the way Kim is looking at him, soft and tentative, that makes Porchay want to smack his little pouty mouth and then maybe throw a bucket of glitter on him to ruin his jacket.

He drops back down twenty pull ups later, a deep gorgeous ache across his shoulders and down the muscles of his spine. Jom’s still grunting on the bench and as Porsche wipes the sweat off his face and glance around he catches the eye of Gym Bro, who gives him an impressed little chin jerk. Porsche plays it cool and nods back but inside he’s beaming. Gym Bro has to have one of the best bodies Porsche has ever seen – no homo – and it’s pretty neat to get that validation. Porsche just likes knowing he's doing a good job, okay?

This is a story about rattling the bars of the cage you built around all of your soft, tender parts.

“Come lie down,” Tankhun says and Arm’s eyes widen. “That wouldn’t be very appropriate,” Arm says, and Tankhun feels Pol stifle another giggle into his shoulder. “More inappropriate than the way you’re holding his hand like a teenage boy on his first date?” Pol asks. “C’mon, Arm, climb in, you know Khun Nu gets cold easily.”

“It’s okay.” Tawan said, leaning across the bar and grinning. “What else do we have out here in the middle of nowhere anyway?” “...” Macau shrugged. “I guess.”

Game seven of the Stanton Cup playoffs, final round. Second period. Kim’s team, the Costner Cyclones, are up three points over the Carlovian Commodores in front of a home crowd when an eye-level dump-in shot from a notoriously mean Russian forward costs Kim his peripheral vision in his right eye.Chay, meanwhile, is an Olympic-level pairs skater currently in a bind, as his fuck-around-and-find-out skating partner just found himself fired a month before Skate America.

Vegas helps Kim come back to himself.

“I like these,” Vegas says, flicking first one nipple and then the other, hard enough that Pete hisses. “I think I’m going to have some fun with them.” Vegas has an idea of how to bond with Pete in the safehouse, so he changes Pete to suit his needs.

What if Porsche, upon remembering the kiss on the pier, went to Kinn and said that he remembered? What if there was no diamond auction? What if they'd had a different start?

Porsche blinks. "I've never– I can't–" "Just the tip," Kinn insists. "Just the tip, at least."

"So if I said that there was someone who took more than you, you wouldn't be bothered at all?" Porsche's eyes narrow. "Not one bit," he grits out.

They keep winning, and meeting in the equipment room, and sitting next to each other but not speaking in Calculus.

When he was little, Porchay was an easily stressed-out baby with a habit of sucking his thumb constantly. When he gets older, the stress of his last year of school turns him from the bright happy kid Porsche knows into an unhappy ball of anxiety, and all Porsche wants is to help. But when that oral fixation comes back as something far harder to justify, he has to make a decision about what he's willing to do to take care of his little brother, and if his morals matter more than making his baby happy.

The new guy crashes through the door of the grad student office at 1am, mouth firmly attached to some girl’s neck as she moans all sweet and breathless. Pete is standing in the middle of the room half naked, slurping instant ramen noodles out of a styrofoam cup.

Kim can't sleep. Chay can't sleep. Somehow this leads to Kim spending his nights in Chay's bed with the Great Wall of Pillows standing firmly between them.