rooneywilliammeyer‌:

“Aren’t you a cutie,” he cooed, reaching out to ruffle the animals’ fur. Rooney laid his head back down to lull himself back to sleep. When suddenly his head popped up. This wasn’t his room or his roommates’ pet. Yanking the covers off of him, breathing a sigh of relief when finding himself fully clothed. The worst part was finding a stranger in the bed next to him, causing him to roll off to the floor, blankets and all. “Shit.. Sorry.”

Last night had been a weird one for Gerald, he’d picked up a twink but it definitely wasn’t for what he’d usually be picking them up for. After he left the bar last night, he noticed the guy was a bit drunk and well - Gerald didn’t want anything to happen to him whilst he was out and clearly not in the right frame of mind to make responsible decisions. So, Gerald invited him to his place, and let him sleep it off there. Gerald slept on the far side of his massive California king, Weller his dog in the middle and the kid on the other side of the bed. Gerald was fast asleep until he felt blankets being pulled off of him and heard the thud on the floor. Sitting up, Gerry rubbed at his eyes and asked, “Is this how you normally get out of bed?” he asked groggily.

nonstopwriterjames‌:

Love when I lose a bet, to one of my students….but hey! I look kinda cute right?

“What bet did you exactly lose?”

partyboy-levi·:

“Are you enjoying yourself, handsome?” The music at the club was thumping as Levi slid into the customer’s lap, a grin on his lips as he looked at the hot man in front of him. “Did one of the other dancers steal you away, or can you be mine for a few?” Levi asked with a cheeky grin.

Gerald wasn’t sure what made him come into this club, maybe he was just feeling lonely and Mickey was busy being Mickey and working on his music. Gerald just needed the company of another man tonight - he loved his husband, truly he did, but Gerald had a craving for something that Mickey didn’t particularly have. He did, but it wasn’t… well, it wasn’t what he needed tonight. Gerald was sitting in a corner, letting his eyes wander and surf the crowd that was there - the dancers and all. He was so lost in scoping the place that he hadn’t realized a cute man had stepped in front of him until he felt him in his lap. “Well, I am now,” Gerald said with a small grin on his face. Gerald looked around and then looked back at the man and said, “I can definitely be yours for as long as you want, sweetheart,” he assured.

cruztheapollo‌:

“No, I watch a lot of porn, it seems to be popular right now so have like a little skit where one is being teased mercilessly with the underwear while the other enjoys his torture,” Apollo explained with a grin. “Which usually ends up with them fucking somewhere not really convenient. But to be honest I would love to try it out on someone to see how well they work.” He grinned over at the male and gave a shrug. “You should try a pair before you gift them. Be sure they work and all,” he justified, a bigger grin growing on his face.

“Fair,” Gerald said, chuckling softly as he let his fingers fun over the packaging of the item. Gerald wasn’t about convenience when it came to him and Mickey fucking, the two fucked in gas station bathrooms, a Whole Foods bathrooms, even a sex shop bathroom once. It was just wherever the two got hot and heavy, and whoever caught them well, at least they got a show. “Me?” Gerald asked and chuckled looking the man over and nodded. “Maybe,” he said and looked at the different colors that were available, and the more he thought about it, the more he figured maybe he should get two pair. Mickey loved teasing him and Gerry loved teasing Mickey, this could be some sick game between the two of them if he really wanted it to be. “I think blue might be me color,” he said as he picked up a blue pair and then looked back to the other man before holding his hand out, “Gerald.”

mickeyrowley·:

“Fuck you New Zealand is lit. I’ll go live in Hobbiton.”  Mickey shot back with a big smile as he watched Gerry fro a moment before kissing his lips. His hand reached up to stroke over Gerry’s face, feeling at the stubble there.  “Fine, it’ll be the best tune yet. Duh.” he winked  before giggling as he stayed curled up. When the man cracked his back he hummed and nodded. “Much.” he laughed and gave him another kiss before burying his face in the man’s neck. “And you love when I’m needy. If your son wasn’t in bed with us right now I’d be a lot more needy.” he teased, leaving a purple mark against his husband’s neck before he rolled over to face Weller, beginning to pet the dog. “G’night. Love you.”

“With the other hobbits? Fitting,” Gerald joked before the man kissed his lips. Gerry sighed contently into it, even moving his hand to rest on Mickey’s ass instead of his hip - giving it a quick squeeze. Gerry groaned just a bit as he heard the man say that he could be extra needy had Weller not been curled in the bed with them. “That’s not fair,” Gerry whispered with a sigh and soft hum as Mickey made a purple mark on his neck. Once the man rolled over, Gerry huffed and laid there for a moment. He was trying to decide if he should press his luck, he had been a pretty massive dick towards his husband but if Mickey didn’t want it too he wouldn’t have mentioned it, right? With that, Gerry leaned down to press a kiss to the side of his husband’s neck, kissing slow and sweet as his head crept down and between the man’s legs. Gerry slipped his hand between the man’s underwear and lightly caressed his fingers right above the man’s crotch just to see if Mickey would let him do anything further.

solomonxstone·:

“You know, it’s never too early to start thinking about tax season,” Solomon told the male in front of him, hint of a smile teasing his lips. “Being too prepared isn’t a bad thing, so it doesn’t hurt to keep your receipts, as you never know what could be a tax write-off.”

“Tax season?” Gerald asked and then snorted some at the conversation topic. “Is this really what we’re here for? Because if so, mate, we’re in for a long night. I don’t think I’ve ever saved a single receipt in me life. Though, if you wanna give me some examples of write-offs, by all means, lad,” he said and nodded once as he crossed his arms over his chest. 

mickeyrowley·:

Mickey laughed hard when he joked about it being a phase.  “You’re still disgusting though, mate.” he teased his husband, smiling widely as he was pulled in closer. He easily wrapped a leg around his middle, pulling Gerry closer as well.  When his husband began to giggle he shoved at his arm playfully. “Fuck you. You’d love my New Zealand posters.” he giggled at him before he leaned in to kiss his lips slowly.  “I’ll try not to wake you up. Who knows maybe I’ll sleep in for once I have a chord stuck in my head though so I might fuck around with the guitars.” he murmured half asleep against Gerry’s lips. “Mm, hold me tighter I wanna be squeezed. I want that back cracked.” he laughed.

After Mickey wrapped his leg around the older man, Gerald let his hand rest on the man’s hip and hummed softly feeling his husband underneath his touch - it was far better than the empty bed, and nothing against Weller, but him as well. “Would I though? I don’t even like New Zealand,” Gerry teased before he felt Mickey’s lips against his. Smiling against his mouth as he did so, Gerry said, “Well, if you do at least make sure it’s at least a good tune, I can’t get too mad at ya for that.” And though Gerald was only teasing, waking the man up before he wanted to wake up was always a trip to hell. Gerald laughed softly and said, “God, you’re bloody needy tonight.” Though, Gerald proceeded to wrap Mickey as tightly as he could in his arms until he felt little pops under his arms from the man’s back. “Better, princess?”

@mickeyrowley

@GERALDWILLIAMS UPLOADED A NEW PHOTO 

 Sha la la la la, oh yeah.

mickeyrowley:

Mickey nodded at him quickly. “Well we’re trying to get past the past. It’s hard though, mate.” He laughed at him as he reached out to rub  at his husband’s forearm once it was wrapped around him. Gently he brought Gerry’s hand to his mouth to kiss at his knuckles. “Mm, you’re hot too I guess. Most days. When you don’t have bangs.” he teased his husband as he looked over his shoulder. He giggled when the man cried about hitting him. “Oh you baby you’re fine.” he said, pinching at him next as he rolled over to face him, sticking his tongue out at the lithe man. “Oi fuck you. I look good even though I look like the bloke from Flight Of The Conchords. The manager guy.” he giggle and smiled dumbly at his husband in the dark. “I’m so tired but I know my body is gonna wake me up in two hours.” he complained with a yawn as he buried his face in Gerry’s neck, snuggling up to him to try and stay warm.

“Oh shut up,” Gerald said and laughed softly. “It was a phase, mum,” he teased before giving Mickey a little squeeze to pull the other closer to him. Gerald knew he had no right to talk about hair, god he really had no room because his styles back in the day were atrocious. He looked like he stepped right out of the sixties rather than looking like the 20 year old that he was at the time. “Oh my god,” Gerald said and thought about what Mickey said, and picturing the man from the show and then Mickey sent Gerald into a laughing spell. “God, I can’t believe I’m married to a guy that makes posters,” he said and shook his head with another laugh to follow. When the other yawned, Gerry jutted out his bottom lip and let it quiver even though Mickey couldn’t see it in the dark. “You better not wake me up in two hours. I’ll fight ya,” he said and gave the man’s leg a little nudge with his toe.

mickeyrowley:

“He was a fighter. I really want another bull terrier one day…” He shrugged as he looked over to Weller, rubbing at the dog’s back gently. “Not that  you’re not lovely, angel. Really you are. I just like small angry dogs because I’m small and angry babe.” he spoke to the dog as if he really understood. He wanted to ask Gerald if he had meant it earlier when he said he didn’t plan on moving in, but he decided to let it wait. He looked over as Gerry spoke. He nodded at his words. “Yeah.” he agreed softly. “It were a scarier time, Gerry.” he laughed, playfully. He’d told his husband plenty of stories about back when he thought he was a woman, and most of the time Gerry was more than nice and comforting. “I just feel hot.” he shrugged and chuckled.  “Yeah I’m sure she will. She’s just always been whiny.” he laughed as he curled up against Gerry, rubbing over the man’s arm. When he said he could have just asked for more, Michael snorted and rubbed at his arm. “Give me cock more attention then.” he laughed before smacking hard at his husband’s arm at the next comment. “Do not. Only thing you rock better than me is yer beard and that’s because you’re a cheater.”

Gerald had to admit that even though Franklin was a right shit, he was the perfect dog for Mickey. The little shit always had a way of making Gerald’s life absolute hell the moment he rubbed Mickey the wrong way - or even looked at him in a funny fashion, Frankie was right there to make sure that the older man didn’t do it again. Once Mickey settled and he was curled up to him, Gerry draped an arm over the man and closed his eyes as he listened. “Yeah, well, we’re getting past the past, yeah?” he asked. Gerald had done countless numbers of researches when it came to the transgender topic. And though he would never understand what Mickey went through, he tried. He just never would understand it because well, Gerald wasn’t transgender. “You are hot,” Gerry replied and opened his eyes to look up at the man. Even with an egg shaped head, Gerald was still head over heels in love with Mickey. “Was that so hard?” Gerry asked laughing some as the man spoke, only to let out a loud ‘Ow!’ when Mickey slapped his arm. “You’re just pissed because the only bloody thing you can grow is a goatee and no one likes them unless they’re into fat bikers.”

cookingwithkwon:

There was a time when Eugene might have blanched at the idea of a stranger even making eye contact with him in one of these stores, and while he’s still not looking to make friends, he’s been through enough arguments to know the myriad of ways one could apologize with sex. “A nice new flogger and they’ll be the ones apologizing, but if neither of you are into anything that heavy, there’s always a remote control butt plug… Or just straight out apologizing .”

Gerald wasn’t one that was shy talking about his sex life, or sex in general conversation. He figured nearly everyone did it, so why act so shameful when the topic came up? Gerald didn’t mind talking about all the times he made Mickey come, or vice versa. It was a beautiful thing, a dirty thing, but beautiful. Gerald laughed a bit and said, “I have apologized, not that it didn’t work but I’m trying to get a follow up gift that isn’t chocolate and roses,” he then shrugged a shoulder and picked up one of the  near by paddles that were there. He couldn’t help but grin at the little heart shape it was in and just thinking of smacking Mickey’s ass with this was just enough to get Gerry to hold onto it. “I just want something… different I suppose. Though anything with a remote control is something I could definitely see working on me husband,” he said as he sat the paddle down. “Got any recommendations with those?”