5 times Stede definitely kissed Izzy in actual season 2 canon

in collaboration with @waterofthemoon, read the fic, not a scripted cliché on ao3

(5th kiss with the bonus +1 beneath the cut, since this does follow canon and we know how canon ends for izzy...)

bonus +1:

“How the fuck is there no Tarzan in this game?” He questions unhappily as he scrolls down the character list, shaking his head. “It’s a classic, why leave it out?” Admittedly the real reason he wanted Tarzan in this was so he could have a shirtless Charles following him around in the game. It’d feel a little less lonely and would be fucking hilarious, too. “Could’ve made you a tree house to live in. Do they have those in this?” He asks, continuing his journey down the list until he gets to the Z’s. Or rather, the W’a because there are not Z’s. “No Zootopia either!? What the fuck, Charles.”

“ Don’t ask me, I’m not Disney. “ Charles answered as he slipped a shirt over his head, moving to stand behind the couch and watch him play the game. He was still amused and happy he managed to finally get him into the video game.

“ Well, there’s a tree that’s Mother Gothel’s house, and there’s a fairy cottage house that’s a tree you can get. I’m not sure what else, but I know there’s a giant jungle tree with a swinging chair. The DLC has an entire enormous jungle biome. Tarzan would be perfect for it. “ He placed his hands on those broad shoulders, fingers beginning to dig in a bit with a massage. Any excuse to touch his boyfriend that took him ages to finally get. “ The game’s also only on its second year with more content. Who knows maybe they’ll add Tarzan the next update. “ A deep squeeze with those strong digits into muscle as he bent down to kiss the top of his head.

Fuck, he loved redheads. As fiery and feisty as they could be in an argument, they were equally if not more so in bed and James was proving that to Charles. His moaning and squirming, tightening legs? It was driving him crazy. And the way he reacted to the titty bite? That made even Charles a tad dizzy with lust. So his new boy liked that a lot it seemed. His next bite would be harder.

The whining was making his cock twitch. He needed out of these pants. He just needed his copper-headed king, and thankfully he pretty much ordered Charles to take him to the bed. Oh he likes that. So once again, he shows off his strength, easily walking Flint across the room, his tongue curled and grinding around his in his mouth the entire time. He didn’t drop him down either. Again he showed absolute control as he slowly laid him down on the bed. That was when he broke their kiss, just staring down at him with little space between, panting. The man had stolen his breath. “ You are a fireball in every sense of the word.. “ He punctuated that compliment, once more running his tongue up his lips.

Uncurling his arms, he moved to stand. His shirt was already gone, so he quickly removed his boots, kicking them aside. Socks came too, and tight leather was pulled down, that girthy and ridiculously lengthy member popping free, bouncing back into his chest as it stood rock hard. He wanted to be deep in him but he had no idea about if the man was sexually active or not. If not, he knew he’d be suffering some pain. Briefly he stood at the edge before pulling each of his lover’s shoes off. Belt was undone and he yanked those trousers down past his ass, and off each leg. But he left the tattered shirt, eyeballing him with hunger.

“ God damn. “ He shook his head. “ You’re fucking beautiful.. “ He let his fingers dance up a leg. “ Alabaster skin.. too many freckles to count.. but if you let me, I’ll take all the time in the world to praise each and every one. “ He wanted to kiss him all over, but gods he wanted that tongue in his mouth again. He flattened his hand over his abdomen, eyeing that bulbous and leaking cock. Fingers once more lightly traveled, fingertips now rubbing circles of pre-cum that had seeped out at the tip. “ This must be fun to ride.. “ He cooed with longing. Charles was extremely good at foreplay. That much was certain.

“But know you’re right? “ Charles purred lowly, finally putting his hands on him again and planting teasing, suckling kisses up his abdomen until he reached those magnificent tits. “ You need a matching set. “ A grin could faintly be seen as his mouth lowered down to sink his teeth into that fatty neglected breast, this time biting even harder and testing the waters. If he hadn’t liked it he wouldn’t have asked for another. He would dote on this wild one all he wanted tonight.

Before Charles could even think to say another word, he was thrown into the wall with a loud thud. That was a lot of muscle colliding with brick. It didn’t hurt, moreover it was hot. The two of them were so close now that he could feel James’ breath wash over his face. As pissy and questioning as the other got, the cooler and calm the singer was. There was that fire. His hair might as well been lit ablaze, and those eyes. God damn, those were the prettiest eyes he’s ever laid his gaze upon. And now he could feel even more. Body was to body, so the singer could feel the bulge of the other pressed into his hip. Cockily, he replied.

“ Just you, ginger cunt. Only you. “ He’d answered that challenge easily. Plus, it was the truth. Charles didn’t make a habit of singing to someone on stage like that. The man could get floozies by the ton if he wanted and sometimes he did, but not like this. He hadn’t bothered to really get emotionally involved since his last heartbreak which clearly devastated him enough to write a new album.

But then his voice grew low, into that hushed whispery growl that had driven James mad earlier in the night. “ You’re not mad at me.. “ He smirked, and when James shoved him a little rougher because of that statement, he grinned. “ You just wanted an excuse to touch me.. “ And before the other could offer a word of protest, he lifted his head just so, giving his lips a deliberate lick. It was a simple lap like some sort of puppy, eyes staring at his mouth and then up to him. This was Charles asking if it was okay. He was asking consent simply from that little move, and seeing and feeling James he got a very clear yes. “ Tell me I’m wrong.. “ Now he challenged. If he read the situation wrong, he figured he’d pay for it, but for now? His eyes closed, head slowly tilting, pressing lips to his. Fuck, this was hot.

Oh James became suddenly clingy. He was nestling and nuzzling and the touch deprived pirate loved it. He was hungry, but not THAT hungry. He’d eaten his fill, had his tea, and as he’d already proclaimed he just wanted to relax. He wanted to lay naked in his bed, in their bed, with his arms around him. Charles had wanted to be held only minutes prior and his pirate boyfriend gave him just that. He’d leaned into him as he finished up, making sure to take an additional swing of tea.

He turned his head, which meant his nose was nuzzling right into Flint’s hair as the man nuzzled him. He even missed the smell of the ginger. When did he get so sappy? He always has been. He’d been sappy with Eleanor until she crushed his heart which in turn brought out a savagery in him that was well known in Nassau. He could always bend to her whims and with James he wondered the same. If they ever parted, could he be easily lured back in? Gods yes, a thousand times yes.

“ Thank you for dinner, and the new porcelain. “ Again he said with a warm look, reaching up to scratch those large fingers into his finger scalp. “ How about we go take that bath now? And after we can lay on our bed together. “ Yes, he was still feeling sappy and he wasn’t just going to not take advantage of a cuddly Flint situation. He didn’t get all gooey like this that often. “ You owe me a few weeks of kisses. “

Charles tried to mind his manners, but he was starving. He literally had been starving as The Ranger had been trapped at sea to make repairs. They couldn’t move anywhere unless the mast was repaired, and on orders his men did their best to rig something up, anything that would get them home. He was ravenous in those moments of silence, savoring each and every bite as he filled his neglected belly. And there was also a comforting thought that came to his mind. If he hadn’t come home, James would have been out there looking. He was already late on arrival, but that often happened at sea. However, if he’d been any later he was sure the maniac would have mounted a search party. He’d have done the same damn thing.

But now Flint is speaking, and if he expected to catch him off guard at all, he might’ve failed a little. Well, at first. The pirate huffed, chewing and staring at him as he grumbled. “ You know if I had feelings that might have actually hurt them. “ But it was very clear by his own recent statements that he did. He was just playing off the cool and bad boy routine at the moment. When he said he missed him, a smile quirked in the corner of his mouth.. but it was quickly gone when he made the comment about the wood, eyes narrowing in annoyance. “ You know what? See if I chop wood for your hot baths anymore. It can stay out there. “ Huff.

But finally he gives Charles some credit and says he missed him, and that made him calm again. Plus, he desperately needed an actual fucking bath and not a saltwater wash. Flint wasn’t joking. He stunk. He’d get the wood from out front no matter how exhausted he was. .. although seeing James chop and carry wood was an appealing sight for a variety of reasons. Hmmmm.

Charles laughed unbelievably from the side of his mouth. “ You want to stay here? “ Almost as if he didn’t want to, but then he continued. “ You mean you don’t want to go see the topless whores? Smell the piss and vomit in the tavern? Smell the blood in the sand? “ Now it was his turn to smirk and joke. “ Fuck Nassau. “ And now that he was being kissed, he made sure to emphasize that point by deepening it. It was meant to be a short and sweet he knew, but he deliberately kissed him harder, tongue invading his mouth. And just when the man was out of breath, he pulled back, plopping another slice of pork into his mouth with a pleased hum and eyebrow wiggle.

As soon as Stede started to sit up, Charles kept him still with a single hand and not too firm a pressure. But he damn sure didn’t want this idiot getting up. “ You’ll tear your stitches, and the doc will have to do it all over again, and THIS time you’ll be awake. “ He lightly threatened instead of coddling. He refused to coddle.

But he sighed a bit. “ You’re not a coward, Bonnet. You said it yourself you fought and killed. You’re braver than most would have been. “ Yes, he just told him he was brave. Anything to get him to stay in bed, although he was worried he’d never live that statement down. He grabs the cool cloth and once again places it on his head. “ What Izzy needs is rest, just like you. He’d want you to be strong for him, right? Not sniveling over his body. Just rest. I’m gonna have the doc give you something for the pain.”

Izzy was still unconscious in the other room. He had a bit more smoke inhalation. After all, he had been in an explosion himself, then he ran to Stede’s aid. He’d gotten them outside. He’d gotten his beloved safe and that was what mattered to him. As long as Stede made it, it really didn’t matter if he lived or died in that moment. And it would be another whole day before he started to wake, face wincing in immediate pain as it washed over him like a roaring river. He slowly opened his eyes.

“ .. Stede? “

Charles could only let out a dark chuckle of amusement at the question. “ Not this time. “ Maybe there would be another time he finished off Stede Bonnet, but for now he was simply watching over and taking care of him. All of his questions were reasonable but grating, the pirate placing his cigar in a nearby ashtray so he could wring a cloth out in a nearby basin. Then, he brought it to where the blonde lay, placing it on his forehead with care.

“ Taken you three days to come to. Might take a little longer for Hands. He had some nasty burns. Thought it was from the building, but Teach told us he was hurt in an explosion first. “ Which, said a lot. The one legged pirate has been injured by the blast in the cave, then fetched Stede out of a burning building before succumbing. “ He’s a tough little bastard. “

“ We did. Flint’s fine. A few bruises and wounds but nothing like the likes of you two. “ Charles once again grabbed his cigar, taking a long drag and blowing rings of smoke into the air.

Vane hadn’t exactly expected him to be sympathetic, so it was a surprise in its own way. His lowered eyes eventually lifted from the floor, staring at him in a mix of thanks and curiosity. “ Well I can’t split your head open now. That’s a shame. “ Charles lightly joked, but then cast his eyes downward as a frown set strongly upon his features. There were plenty of things they could disagree on, but a damaged ship wasn’t one of them and the pirate was grateful for that.

“ You know.. “ He paused, just letting himself vent. “ She’s the first thing I owned outright. A gift, one hell of a gift from Teach and she’s mine. I don’t have to answer to any owner, I don’t bend to their will.. I am truly free with her. I know as long as I have her.. “ Charles lifted his eyes and gods did they look large in this moment, they looked sad, they even looked worried. He let out the last words in that sultry growling tone. “ They can’t ever have me again. “ It might’ve seemed silly for him to believe that; to believe that one day his former owners might drag him back to his enslaved hellscape, but he did. It was insurance in a way that he couldn’t be made a slave again.

Charles couldn’t help being in a bad fucking mood after what happened to The Ranger. Jack in his infinite and flimsy wisdom had seen fit to getting into a scuffle on the seas with her, and now she’s sustained damage that had to be repaired. The Ranger wasn’t just a ship to Charles. It was one of the few things he owned outright, and this was important because of his past. He’d been a slave for so many years, a feral and wild thing that it was a wonder the beast fit into society. But she was his, his most precious thing in the entire world, and now Jack’s idiot ass had brought her back with holes riddled in her broadsides. He had the right to be angry.

“ If one more fucking cunt tells me she’s just a ship, I’ll split their fucking head open. “ The curses rumbled out of him as he stared in the direction of his rival. If that came out of Flint’s mouth? He’d go ballistic. He was rambling in a world of his own, seemingly dissuaded by the fact his fellow pirate simply stood and didn’t back down. But what could you expect of Captain Flint?

But it’s when he hears the light laugh that the anger flared again and his hands come down slamming down on the table before him. He had only just entered but he expected the man to already be aware of everything going on. If he wasn’t, then he was stupid as fuck for trying to come talk to Charles when he was in a rage. So now he glared at him, needing to take that anger out on something, someone. Hell, he’d just put a significant crack in the table beneath his hands from the slam. That was the power behind Vane.

“ You think this is funny? My SHIP is riddled with fucking cannon fire, now I have to come up with the cash to fucking repair her. “ He scoffed, collapsing down in the chair that had been behind him, his tone dropping to one of calm, but very clear sadness. It was like his child had come home beaten up by a bully. He felt helpless.

“ … she’s all I’ve got. “

Charles tried to mind his manners, but he was starving. He literally had been starving as The Ranger had been trapped at sea to make repairs. They couldn’t move anywhere unless the mast was repaired, and on orders his men did their best to rig something up, anything that would get them home. He was ravenous in those moments of silence, savoring each and every bite as he filled his neglected belly. And there was also a comforting thought that came to his mind. If he hadn’t come home, James would have been out there looking. He was already late on arrival, but that often happened at sea. However, if he’d been any later he was sure the maniac would have mounted a search party. He’d have done the same damn thing.

But now Flint is speaking, and if he expected to catch him off guard at all, he might’ve failed a little. Well, at first. The pirate huffed, chewing and staring at him as he grumbled. “ You know if I had feelings that might have actually hurt them. “ But it was very clear by his own recent statements that he did. He was just playing off the cool and bad boy routine at the moment. When he said he missed him, a smile quirked in the corner of his mouth.. but it was quickly gone when he made the comment about the wood, eyes narrowing in annoyance. “ You know what? See if I chop wood for your hot baths anymore. It can stay out there. “ Huff.

But finally he gives Charles some credit and says he missed him, and that made him calm again. Plus, he desperately needed an actual fucking bath and not a saltwater wash. Flint wasn’t joking. He stunk. He’d get the wood from out front no matter how exhausted he was. .. although seeing James chop and carry wood was an appealing sight for a variety of reasons. Hmmmm.

Charles laughed unbelievably from the side of his mouth. “ You want to stay here? “ Almost as if he didn’t want to, but then he continued. “ You mean you don’t want to go see the topless whores? Smell the piss and vomit in the tavern? Smell the blood in the sand? “ Now it was his turn to smirk and joke. “ Fuck Nassau. “ And now that he was being kissed, he made sure to emphasize that point by deepening it. It was meant to be a short and sweet he knew, but he deliberately kissed him harder, tongue invading his mouth. And just when the man was out of breath, he pulled back, plopping another slice of pork into his mouth with a pleased hum and eyebrow wiggle.

“ Mm.. “ Charles had another ravenous bite, looking at him with question as he doubted his words. “ Nearly two weeks hard tack and any food is delicious but I mean it. You’re a great cook. You just don’t give yourself enough credit.. “ Vane took another bite, trying to slow his eating a bit. Fuck, he really was watching his manners. He’d seen how James looked at him serving out of the corner of his eye, and that had been pleasing. Knowing he was making him happy was everything.

It was nice to have this. It had taken some talking to get him to agree, but now he wouldn’t trade it for the world. Instead of heading to the tavern for some whoring and drinking, he was here with someone who really cared for him. Someone that loved him enough to go all out and make a grand dinner just for him. Someone that made teacups for the two of them. Now THAT was very husband and wife of them. Their matching cups. It was now what he went for, taking a drink of his ridiculously sweet tea.

“ You know I think the tea might taste better in this cup. “ He smirked a little, cupping the small thing in his large hands. It was always such a sight to see; Charles holding delicate and fragile things. He could crush them in an instant but instead he took great care to keep them safe.

Then, out of nowhere he speaks. “ I missed you. “ Charles openly admits, slowly drawing his gaze back to him. “ I missed having you next to me. I missed our soft bed. “ A dreamy sigh, eyes casting around the room. “ I missed this. And tonight, I get to go to bed with you again. “ Charles had felt sappy out of nowhere, and even had the urge to be held. That was another sight to see too. The ridiculously built Vane being cuddled into Flint. He wanted to lay on their bed naked, half ontop of him, half off.. with those arms curled around him. Fuck, he wanted that.

“ ‘sides it’s too fucking quiet on the ship without our bickering. “ Smirk.

Continued from here.

Even if Charles tried to downplay his giddiness over the fact his boyfriend was impressed, the smile on his face and sparkle in his eye made it very clear. He chuckled at the comment of the trees. “ They’re cherry trees, but you are right I see the cotton candy.”

Then he boomed with laughter. “ Oh I can’t stand the little shit in our pirate game, but this? He’s so easy going, easily flustered and funny about it. I’m making an entire area dedicated just to you. “ He smirked softly. The ship would be for Flint. He’d do his best to model it after the real thing and REALLY surprise him.

But then he sees how tempted James is, he could see it on his face. So he put the controller down, pushing his still pajama clad self to his feet. His arms went around his neck. “ I can be your sugar daddyyy.. “ He sing songs. “ Let the game mimic life? “ He teased lightly. Charles had money, and he had absolutely no qualms about spoiling his boyfriend with said money. He didn’t go overboard with it as he knew James would protest, but part of him liked being able to take care of the veteran. He could give him more creature comforts, some money to fix up his beloved boat; things of that nature. So he moved to press the softest of kisses as he hung on him. “ I’ll be your pumpkin sugar daddy. It’ll make the start of the game a lot easier. AND.. I’ll get you Hei Hei. “ How could he say no to that face? Very easily.

“…Disney Dreamlight Valley?” He repeats in question, brows furrowed. “I think I’ve heard Izzy and Stede talk about it... holy fuck, you built all of that!?” James asks, mesmerized by how colorful it was. How lively and beautiful. And he thought he was the huge - secretive - Disney fan, but he never played this game. So this is what Izzy always went on about… the game he got his boyfriend into, as well. Now, it turns out, his own boyfriend had been playing it, too? “Is that Hei Hei!?” He loved that stupid little fucking chicken.

“ Mmhm. “ Charles said with pride. It took forever to conceptualize something, much less build it. “ So everything on here except the houses and the ride pretty much I’ve had to handcraft from basic elements or it’s things I got from quests and Uncle Scrooge’s shop. “ Charles gestured again. “ Except the trees and bushes. You have to get all the materials then make it. “

Then he laughed as he went to take a picture, the chicken wandering away as he gave its head a pat, pulling it back. “ Yeah. “ it was the simple things that made you happy. “ Most of the rest of the valley is a mess. I’ve been playing it with Stede, actually. “ He smirked softly, seeing the light sparkle in his eyes at the wandering chicken. “ You know if you start playing right now you could get Hei Heiiiiii… I will buy him for you. “

“ See you’re catching on. “ Charles grinned, throwing a piece of popcorn in the air and catching it in his mouth.

But Charles snickered at the loincloth idea. “ Do I HAVE to wear the loincloth? I’d rather be nude. AND you’d have to find a loincloth that ACTUALLY covered me. I’m kind of a freak of nature down there as you know. “ As his backside knew for sure. Charles just looked.. painful. There was no other word for it. He’d still wear the loincloth though if it made him happy.

—- “ Excuse me? “ Brow arch. “ I might sing and play guitar, but when it comes to screaming you are the king, my friend. “

“ Oi! Quit hogging the popcorn. “ Charles reached over into James’ lap to grab a handful, continuing watching the movie.

"Right. And that's not wet cement. You'll never be a real cop. You're a cute meter maid, though. Maybe a supervisor one day. Hang in there."

Charles roared with laughter at the tv which was playing Zootopia. “ Oh I LOVE him. Maybe I’ll start calling you carrot cake. “ Shit eating grin.

“I’m not hogging it. It’s right fucking here.” The same place where it’s been for the past several minutes, on his lap. “If you think I’m hogging it then you hold it. Fucker.” He huffs, moving the bowl onto his whining boyfriend’s lap. Then he takes a handful for himself, popping one or two in his mouth at a time while watching the movie, every so often smirking or chuckling at something funny that happens.

More so when his boyfriend erupts into that booming laughter of his, making him laugh even more. Until he mentions calling him a new nickname, bringing James’s laughter to a halt, his face becoming serious. “Absolutely fucking not.” He growls, glaring at him. “It’s too goddamn close to Carrot Top and I don’t care for carrots like she does.” He argues, clearly talking about Judy. “Just stick with ginger cunt, Tarzan.” He smirks. @fornassau

“ You just want to potentially feel me up. “ Charles teased, taking a handful of popcorn with a grin. It was remarkable how close that grin was to the fix character of Nick Wilde. Fucking uncanny really.

And of course the grin got wider as James got huffy. When he fought back it only made Charles more determined. “ Aaaaand that’s why I chose it, carrot cake. “ He smirked confidently, then laid his head on his shoulder. He had to love him damnit. He chuckled, nuzzling into him a bit. “ We should watch that next. “

Then the movie continued, back to the fighting neighbors and he laughed again. “ Hey it’s us! You know, minus the gratuitous moaning afterward. “

“ Oi! Quit hogging the popcorn. “ Charles reached over into James’ lap to grab a handful, continuing watching the movie.

"Right. And that's not wet cement. You'll never be a real cop. You're a cute meter maid, though. Maybe a supervisor one day. Hang in there."

Charles roared with laughter at the tv which was playing Zootopia. “ Oh I LOVE him. Maybe I’ll start calling you carrot cake. “ Shit eating grin.

“I’m not hogging it. It’s right fucking here.” The same place where it’s been for the past several minutes, on his lap. “If you think I’m hogging it then you hold it. Fucker.” He huffs, moving the bowl onto his whining boyfriend’s lap. Then he takes a handful for himself, popping one or two in his mouth at a time while watching the movie, every so often smirking or chuckling at something funny that happens.

More so when his boyfriend erupts into that booming laughter of his, making him laugh even more. Until he mentions calling him a new nickname, bringing James’s laughter to a halt, his face becoming serious. “Absolutely fucking not.” He growls, glaring at him. “It’s too goddamn close to Carrot Top and I don’t care for carrots like she does.” He argues, clearly talking about Judy. “Just stick with ginger cunt, Tarzan.” He smirks. @fornassau

The singer audibly gasped when lips found his again. Thank fuck, the man wanted it. Charles hadn’t been misreading him and consent was given. And it seemed almost like that anger of before was being let out on his mouth, because before he could blink he was practically swallowing the ginger’s tongue. Eyes rolled into his head, letting him violate the orifice of his talent as much as he pleased. God damn, he wanted him. He hasn’t wanted anyone like this since her, and he didn’t think he’d feel a want like that again, but here he was. Fuck, was he ever grateful.

Being pinned against that wall was divine and for a few long moments he simply enjoyed it. His arms curled tightly around his body, fingers clutching at the back of the man’s shirt. He wanted this off. He wanted everything off because he wanted to touch him. It wasn’t exactly fair they were playing shirts and skins right now. So, he quickly spun the two of them around so James was now pinned against the wall. It was his turn to feel what that was like, and how hot it was. He resumed kissing him but enough was enough. That irksome shirt had to come off. It had a higher collar and how was he supposed to get at his neck, let alone anything else at this rate?

So Charles pulled back, just so he could grope his chest, taking two large handfuls of tit, rubbing them in clockwise and counter clockwise circles respectively. “ I hope you have a hairy chest under there. You can add that to my likes too. “ Said with tongue in cheek as he looked him up and down. Sometimes he forgot about his own strength. Maybe he was a bit too too eager, fingers ready to rush the buttons, but he tugged at his shirt and popped them open instead, revealing — and to his personal satisfaction, a red-haired chest. The moan that came from him then. He leaned down, taking a bit of a bite into the bouncing fat, about half the pressure he might’ve usually would. He had no idea about his pain tolerance, but it was enough to leave a mark.

He chose to run his tongue over that fresh wound.“ Fuck.. your tits even taste good..“ Oh now he was really riled. He was dizzy. He wasn’t even cumdrunk yet! So he bent down a bit, curling his arms under each of James’ legs in one swift movement, very easily lifting him completely off the ground as if he weighed nothing at all. Biceps rippled as he kept him steady, back against the wall again, crushing his lips to his in another fiery kiss. He could really feel him now as he felt those legs wrap around him. Charles thrust that now aching bulge up to meet him.

God damnit. He was going to have to put him down to get those fucking pants off.

Before Charles could even think to say another word, he was thrown into the wall with a loud thud. That was a lot of muscle colliding with brick. It didn’t hurt, moreover it was hot. The two of them were so close now that he could feel James’ breath wash over his face. As pissy and questioning as the other got, the cooler and calm the singer was. There was that fire. His hair might as well been lit ablaze, and those eyes. God damn, those were the prettiest eyes he’s ever laid his gaze upon. And now he could feel even more. Body was to body, so the singer could feel the bulge of the other pressed into his hip. Cockily, he replied.

“ Just you, ginger cunt. Only you. “ He’d answered that challenge easily. Plus, it was the truth. Charles didn’t make a habit of singing to someone on stage like that. The man could get floozies by the ton if he wanted and sometimes he did, but not like this. He hadn’t bothered to really get emotionally involved since his last heartbreak which clearly devastated him enough to write a new album.

But then his voice grew low, into that hushed whispery growl that had driven James mad earlier in the night. “ You’re not mad at me.. “ He smirked, and when James shoved him a little rougher because of that statement, he grinned. “ You just wanted an excuse to touch me.. “ And before the other could offer a word of protest, he lifted his head just so, giving his lips a deliberate lick. It was a simple lap like some sort of puppy, eyes staring at his mouth and then up to him. This was Charles asking if it was okay. He was asking consent simply from that little move, and seeing and feeling James he got a very clear yes. “ Tell me I’m wrong.. “ Now he challenged. If he read the situation wrong, he figured he’d pay for it, but for now? His eyes closed, head slowly tilting, pressing lips to his. Fuck, this was hot.

“ Mmhm.. “ Charles muttered as he planted a kiss on him, then went to nuzzling him incessantly. Who knew going to this store on a whim would drive them both mad? He easily pulled that duster off of him, letting it fall to the floor. Oh that was much better. Hands slid up his arms, and then fell to curling around. Then he went to nestling his nose into the nape of his neck, scattering kisses over what little skin he could reach. “ Possibly getting caught is part of the fun.. “ He says with a pout, pulling back so they were once again face to face.

Then he gave an order and oh that riled Charles up. There was no way James was getting out of this fitting room without some sort of treat. In fact, he slowly drops to his knees, hands running down the outside of leather clad legs as he does so. And now he’s looking up at him with those livid tainted eyes. “ Then let me thank you ahead of time for that ride.. oh and you’re getting the vest and pants. My treat.”

Charles had a light smirk just before he leaned into that leather, nose burying itself into the very clear bulge between his thighs. He knew he was hot, he’d been blushing and practically squirming. If he told him no, of course he’d stop, but the musician was a persistent fuck. Next thing he knew he was mouthing at the fabric, which tasted awful but that he could shove away. What was hidden beneath was much more tasty. He cast his eyes up to him, gently grasping onto the fabric with his teeth. Hands roamed up the back of his thighs. Oh Charles you were good. “ Let me taste you.. “ He growled into that whisper. “ I promise I’ll make it quick. “

Yeehaw (Flane Edition)

Continued from here. @fornassau

James Flint liked fun. He really did. Just... his idea of fun may not be the same as Charles's idea of fun. Not in every way, anyway. There were things they both enjoyed doing, then there were things they showed each other, and then there was... this. They'd been out and about together, just wanting to spend time together going wherever the fuck they wanted to go. Whether it was shopping, coffee, lunch, or even a movie later on, they were pretty much deciding on the go. Then, without warning, James is dragged into one of the nearby stores by Charles, and when he sees what kind of store it is - the clothing and accessories within - followed by his boyfriend's wide eyes looking right at him with that beaming smile, his answer is immediate. "No." He tells him. "Absolutely not." His arms cross over his chest, then, his decision final.

But some-fucking-how Charles convinced him to change his mind because here he was in the dressing room trying on one of the many outfits Charles picked for him. He felt silly in this damn thing, especially with the vest and the boots, which were a bit uncomfortable. Did he even look good? He was conflicted about it. He felt as though he pulled off the Cowboy look quite well, but it just wasn't something he was used to. Wasn't something he ever cared to wear. But his boyfriend was excited and having fun and that was enough to make James go along with this. Because he wanted him to be happy and he loved seeing his smiling face and hearing his joyous laughter. So, after giving himself one more look over in the mirror, he emerges from the room and utters out a flat yeehaw, looking and sounding less than pleased.

His boyfriend bursts into laughter and James feels his own lips curl into a small smile at that, cheeks becoming hot. "Oh, it isn't? Your laugh says otherwise, Charles." He huffs, about to turn around and head back into the changing room until Charles swipes up a nearby hat, quickly putting it on his head. Now he felt silly. "Am I? Feels like I need a fucking horse and rope." Then he glares. "Don't even think about it, Charles. We're not getting a horse." He's quick to tell him and then suddenly Charles is moving in close, pressing his body against his and fuck, that was James's biggest weakness. That's how Charles could get him to say yes to anything, that's how he could take his anger away if he was ever pissed about anything. And Charles knew. He did this on purpose.

Charles messing with his mustache tickled and he lets out a chuckle before shoving him back. "Fuck off." He smirks, rubbing his thumb and forefinger over his mustache to straighten it back out. "This feels... strange. Never been a Cowboy before. But you pull it off well." Like he really was one because holy fuck, did he look gorgeous in his outfit. In fact, he was staring again. Yet again looking Charles up and down, drinking him in while dressed like a cowboy. Oh, he'd love to take him for a wild ride. "What's that saying? Save a horse..." He grins.

Izzy was never going to not indulge his boyfriend in even the most ridiculous of things. He was such a brat in that way, but one little pout could make the baker crumble.

And with one well placed praise he could do the same. Being called a good boy was one of his favorites. How could he deny him? And when he’d promised he’d ride him too. Once again he tucked his arms under the legs at his waist. Holding him up on his back was causing the muscle in his arms to ripple a bit. “ You know if you fall off me, you damn sure better get back on. “ Said with a smirk and full of innuendo. But he did exactly as he’d asked.

He giddy’d up. So he tried his best to do a half skip in imitation of a gallop, which bounced the blonde on his back a bit. They must have been a fucking sight, but of course neither cared about such things, and they were in the privacy of their own homes. “ Technically if you ride me that would be beastiality.. “ Hm. New kink unlocked; as if either of them needed another.

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The smile Stede had on his face while situated on top of Izzy's back was brighter than the sun itself! His legs wrapped around his waist, hooked in front of his groin, and his arms wrapped around his shoulders, hooked over the top of his chest. "You're so naughty, Izzy." He giggles, though he wasn't innocent either. He very much intended on riding him the way Izzy was expecting, but he wanted to have a little fun first. He wanted to be silly with his boyfriend because he knew he could be. Because with Izzy he could just be himself. No being ridiculed or laughed at, no being scolded or punished. With Izzy, he was safe. With Izzy, he was happy. With Izzy he was... himself.

Then he bursts into laughter when Izzy neighs, leaning down to press a kiss to his shoulder. "Mm, there's my good boy." He purrs against his skin, squeezing him in his arms and legs. He nuzzles his way up to his ear then, pressing a kiss just below it. "I do intend on riding you, Israel." He promises, another kissed pressed to his neck, this time wet. "Mm, my handsome steed." One more kiss before he then rocks himself against him, his groin grinding against Izzy's back. "Now giddyup!"

His boyfriend blushing was always a sight to see. The pink in his cheeks made every single freckle pop out all the more, made his hair all the redder and of course it was well known now he had such a thing for redheads. To be honest, he didn’t look THAT bad. Maybe more editing on this outfit, or a different one. But he loved how he looked in leather, and James was scrumptious even if a tad different. He’d never get enough of him. It had taken weeks to even get a second date, but once he had it Charles knew he was never letting him go.

He’d laughed again when he shoved him away, but of course not too far. But then he just had to say that little phrase, which brought the keenest of grins to his face. He tugged the brim of his hat down, peering up at him beneath it. “ Mm. Ride a cowboy? “

“ And you really don’t look too bad. Maybe another jacket, but that leather vest is doing things to me. “ Now Charles was determined to give his boyfriend a confidence boost. “ In fact.. “ He took a moment, looking around to see if any store attendant was paying attention to them, and when he found they weren’t, he backed James right into the fitting room again, the double doors closing quickly behind them.

Besides performing this was Charles at his best. Being such an overtly sexual creature was just his personal skill. That and singing made a deadly combination. He’d backed him up against the wall, once more pressing his body taut to his, voice dripping down to that growling tone he knew he couldn’t resist. “ Why don’t you lose the jacket and do exactly that.. “ And of course it was punctuated with him leaning in, giving that kick to his lips.

Yeehaw (Flane Edition)

Continued from here. @fornassau

James Flint liked fun. He really did. Just... his idea of fun may not be the same as Charles's idea of fun. Not in every way, anyway. There were things they both enjoyed doing, then there were things they showed each other, and then there was... this. They'd been out and about together, just wanting to spend time together going wherever the fuck they wanted to go. Whether it was shopping, coffee, lunch, or even a movie later on, they were pretty much deciding on the go. Then, without warning, James is dragged into one of the nearby stores by Charles, and when he sees what kind of store it is - the clothing and accessories within - followed by his boyfriend's wide eyes looking right at him with that beaming smile, his answer is immediate. "No." He tells him. "Absolutely not." His arms cross over his chest, then, his decision final.

But some-fucking-how Charles convinced him to change his mind because here he was in the dressing room trying on one of the many outfits Charles picked for him. He felt silly in this damn thing, especially with the vest and the boots, which were a bit uncomfortable. Did he even look good? He was conflicted about it. He felt as though he pulled off the Cowboy look quite well, but it just wasn't something he was used to. Wasn't something he ever cared to wear. But his boyfriend was excited and having fun and that was enough to make James go along with this. Because he wanted him to be happy and he loved seeing his smiling face and hearing his joyous laughter. So, after giving himself one more look over in the mirror, he emerges from the room and utters out a flat yeehaw, looking and sounding less than pleased.

His boyfriend bursts into laughter and James feels his own lips curl into a small smile at that, cheeks becoming hot. "Oh, it isn't? Your laugh says otherwise, Charles." He huffs, about to turn around and head back into the changing room until Charles swipes up a nearby hat, quickly putting it on his head. Now he felt silly. "Am I? Feels like I need a fucking horse and rope." Then he glares. "Don't even think about it, Charles. We're not getting a horse." He's quick to tell him and then suddenly Charles is moving in close, pressing his body against his and fuck, that was James's biggest weakness. That's how Charles could get him to say yes to anything, that's how he could take his anger away if he was ever pissed about anything. And Charles knew. He did this on purpose.

Charles messing with his mustache tickled and he lets out a chuckle before shoving him back. "Fuck off." He smirks, rubbing his thumb and forefinger over his mustache to straighten it back out. "This feels... strange. Never been a Cowboy before. But you pull it off well." Like he really was one because holy fuck, did he look gorgeous in his outfit. In fact, he was staring again. Yet again looking Charles up and down, drinking him in while dressed like a cowboy. Oh, he'd love to take him for a wild ride. "What's that saying? Save a horse..." He grins.

Yeehaw. (Flint)

Charles had decidedly dragged his boyfriend into an American specialty clothing store on a whim. It was for fun; something James seemed to dislike half of the time, but he was determined. Inside was nothing but American West attire, and although James seemed to dread it.. he had convinced him into trying on an outfit.

Charles had already changed into his and was impatiently waiting outside his door with excitement. Oh he couldn’t wait to see him. He was already dressed in his, duster hitting the floor with suave appeal. But when James walked out in his outfit and uttered that, he burst into laughter. Oh he looked miserable. Hilariously miserable. “ Ohhh-hoo.. “ He tried to stifle his laugh with his hand. “ Oh come on, James it’s not SO bad! “

He looked around, moving to snatch up a nearby cowboy hat, putting it on his boyfriend’s head and tilting it downward, fingers running across the brim. “ There. Now you’re cowboy chic. “ He was practically giggling. “ Hmm. Something’s missing. Have you ever thought of using wax on your mustache? “ This was when the leather clad singer moved in close, pressing body to his. He couldn’t be too grumpy if he was pressed against him. He reached up to his face, twirling the edges of his red mustache upward. “ That’s it. Now you’re perfect. “

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