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thetexasattorneyblog · 3 years

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Boat-on-Boat Collisions | Boat-on-Boat Collisions | Jet Ski Accidents | Boat-on-Boat Collisions | Alcohol-Related Collisions

More than 4,000 boat accidents were reported in 2019, according to data compiled by the US Coast Guard, with more than 600 deaths and thousands of injuries. According to statistics, there are numerous causes of water-related injuries:

collisions between two boats as a result of excessive speed or inattention;

collisions with stationary objects;

grounding in shallow water; swimmers injured by propellers;

collisions with swimmers or water skiers due to excessive speed, operator inexperience, and/or alcohol use, as well as flip-overs, capsizes, or ejection of passengers

If you or someone you love has been injured in a boating, watercraft, or water-related accident, you need an experienced and aggressive lawyer on your side to help you get full and fair compensation for your losses. You're looking for Bailey and Galyen.

We bring more than 40 years of experience to clients who suffer any form of personal injury, including victims of boating and watercraft accidents, at the law offices of Bailey & Galyen, with offices throughout Texas. We are one of the state's largest consumer law firms, known for our meticulous preparation and track record of obtaining favourable outcomes for our personal injury clients. We have collected more than $500 million for our personal injury clients over the last four decades. Send us an email or call our offices at 855-810-7010 to set up an appointment for a free introductory consultation.

Attorneys that are aggressive when it comes to claims involving boating accidents and injuries.

Hard work and a willingness to provide 100 percent to every case we handle have been the keys to our long-term success. Our approach is built on the foundation of relationships, with a strong emphasis on communication and accessibility. At every level of your case, we will thoroughly explain the law and the legal process, as well as your rights and options. Any developments will be swiftly communicated to you, and we will assist you in making sound decisions for yourself and your loved ones.

Boating Accidents: Frequently Asked Questions

Your health should always be your top priority. Get the medical help you require as soon as possible. Make sure that everything is documented in writing by medical professionals, and that you tell them about anything that seems out of the ordinary. You should hire an expert attorney as soon as possible after receiving necessary medical treatment, as this will give you the best opportunity of getting full and fair compensation for your injuries and losses. The longer you wait, the more likely it is that evidence will be lost or tampered with, witnesses may die or move away, or their memories will fade.

Gather as much information as possible about the accident's cause, car or person damage, weather conditions, and other factors. Take photos of everything; your phone's camera will suffice.

Obtain contact information from all parties involved in the collision, as well as any witnesses.

Our attorneys will assist you in obtaining compensation for all of your losses, including:

Unreimbursed medical expenses, such as physical therapy, rehab, or adapting your house to accommodate injuries;

loss of enjoyment of life, including the ability to participate in activities you enjoy;

loss of companionship or consortium;

and physical pain and suffering.

Bailey & Galyen can assist you in recovering compensation for a wide range of personal injuries, from sprains, strains, and other soft-tissue injuries to traumatic brain injury (TBI), spinal cord trauma, paralysis, broken bones, burns, permanent scarring and disfigurement, and amputation or limb loss. In wrongful death cases originating from watercraft accidents, we also represent surviving family members.

Accidents involving boats and watercraft occur for a variety of reasons:

Operator error or inexperience—very It's uncommon for folks to get behind the wheel of a powerboat with no prior training or expertise. Excessive speed, inability to control the boat, problems stopping or turning, and difficulties avoiding other boats or objects in the water are all possible outcomes.

Horseplay or dangerous boating—not It's uncommon for boaters to go at high speeds or take risks while at the helm.

Incidents involving alcohol—Because boating is a recreational activity, it is frequently paired with alcohol, which impairs judgment and reaction times.

Equipment or parts that are dangerous or defective— Motors, propellers, and other parts that are poorly designed or constructed.

Failure to keep a boat or watercraft in good working order

Dangers on the Waterway—Pylons, docks, buoys, or other items hidden under the water, or shallow places, diving platforms, or other objects

We are seasoned trial attorneys at Bailey & Galyen who know how to prepare for any personal injury case. We know what to expect from judges and juries, as well as the types of evidence that will carry the most weight and provide you the best opportunity of getting full and fair compensation for your losses because we've practiced throughout the state for more than four decades.

For an experienced boating-accident attorney, contact Bailey & Galyen.

When you or someone you care about is injured in a boating or watercraft accident, you need an expert lawyer on your side to assist you to obtain full and fair compensation. Bailey & Galyen's results-driven personal injury lawyers provide a free introductory consultation. All boating accident lawsuits are handled on a contingency fee basis. You will not be responsible for any legal fees unless and until we receive compensation for your losses.

Call 855-810-7010 or send us an email to make an appointment. Our phones are answered 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. On request, evening and weekend consultations are available. It is possible to communicate in Spanish.

With locations in Arlington, Bedford, Burleson, Carrollton, Dallas, Fort Worth, Grapevine, Houston, Mansfield, Mesquite, Midland/Odessa, Plano, Texarkana, and Weatherford, we provide proven representation in boating accident cases throughout Texas.

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thebarberlawfirmdallastexas · 6 years

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Grapevine Father Seriously Injured in Uber Accident

A father from Grapevine is struggling for his life after an Uber in which he was riding was hit by a drunk driver. The man attended a concert with some coworkers and took an Uber around 2 a.m. When the Uber was going through an intersection in Houston, the Uber was hit. The driver who hit the Uber was arrested for drunk driving.

All five people in the Uber suffered broken bones in the accident. The Uber driver suffered a brain hemorrhage but remains in stable condition. The father remains unconscious in the ICU at Methodist Dallas Medical Center. Another passenger is in critical condition and one is in stable condition. The man and his coworkers had opted to take Uber because they were drinking, and ironically were hit by a drunk driver.

Accidents involving rideshare vehicles such as Uber and Lyft have at times been tricky in the past. In their early years, rideshare companies would often fail to provide coverage after an accident, claiming that the drivers were independent contractors and any accidents were the responsibility of their personal automobile policies. Now, however, Uber can help pay for injuries that occur while a passenger is in one of their vehicles, even if the Uber driver is not at fault in the accident. The company provides up to $1 million in injury coverage, although that has to be split among all the passengers.

If you have been injured while you were a passenger in a rideshare vehicle such as Uber or Lyft, you should speak with an attorney. You may have several legal routes available for you to recover the maximum compensation you can after the accident. Call the Dallas-Fort Worth personal injury attorneys at the Barber Law Firm at 972-231-5800. We can help. Call today to learn more or to schedule your free consultation.

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Tender Loving Kisses On Your Stab Wounds

He hears them before they reach his bench, two men, quietly bickering, voices saccharine with love, bitter with lust. Their feet crunch across the fallen leaves, marking their progress towards John. He closes his eyes against the possibility that they had bought the police with them.

“Hello, Mister Silver.” purrs the Black Canary.

(The DCTV AU porn absolutely no one asked for in which Thomas and James are superheroes and John runs a supervillain crew)

Read on AO3

John Silver, known to the media and the Star City Police Department as Silvertongue, stretches his legs out across the cobblestones of the path in Nassau Square, and tilts his head back to look at the stars.

“This seems like a terrible plan.” says Max Gold, aka the Glider, gorgeous as always in her tight black leather, gold gun strapped to her thigh. Her bike is parked next to them, and her helmet is half-hooked over her knee. She’s sitting forward, ready to run.

“It probably is.” John admits. One hand drifts up to his forehead and pushes his hair back, while the other rests on his knee, letting his thumb rub back and forth across the denim of his tight black jeans. “I’m still going to do it.”

“Are they worth potential jail time?” asks Max.

“Those leather costumes are tight enough that I can tell you they certainly are.” says John, leering in his sister’s direction.

“Size Queen.” bitches Max.

“Jezebel.” John shoots back.

“Jerk.” says Max, not without affection.

“Trainwreck.” says John, in the same tone.

“If this all pans out, I want all the details. You’re taking me to brunch on Monday. With mimosas. And you’re paying.”

John grins.

“Naturally. Now leave me be so our local superheroes can kidnap me for a weekend of kinky, kinky sex.”

Max rolls her eyes, but kisses him on the cheek and straddles her bike.

“Be careful, Johnny.” she says, and pulls on her helmet.

“I’ll make sure they know my safe word.” drawls John, and Max looks unconvinced as she flips down her visor and kicks up the kickstand.

John knows she meant he ought to be careful with his heart, and he hasn’t the courage to tell her he’s already lost it.

“Hello, Mister Silver.” purrs the Black Canary. John opens his eyes and looks back at the stars.

“Pretty Bird.” he purrs right back. He can feel the Green Captain bristling at the nickname, and he smirks to himself. There are no policemen here. If there were, the Green Captain would be too smug for the nickname to phase him.

“Have you been good for us?” asks John’s Pretty Bird, and John nods.

“Don’t be absurd.” says the Captain, and there’s so much command in that tone that John has to fight his instincts down from sitting bolt upright to a full-body shiver. “There’s not a good bone in his body. He’s a disobedient little shit that we’re going to have to discipline until he submits.”

Oh, fucking hell. John’s not going to be able to walk to brunch with Max on Monday, and he’s going to love every second of the next two days and nights.

“I think he’s perfectly capable of being a good boy, given the right - inducements.” says the Canary. “Shall we test that theory?”

The Captain grunts an agreement.

“Stand up, Mister Silver.” says the Canary. “And then turn around so we can see you.”

John does, and then laughs.

District Attorney Thomas Hamilton smiles back at him, an immaculate and benevolent god in his bespoke suit and black silk tie. At Thomas’ left is returned hero Lieutenant James McGraw Flint, Thomas’ lover and Nassau nightlife icon, looking dangerous in his worn-soft and see through white t-shirt and leather motorcycle jacket.

“No wonder you’re not selling me out to the police.” says John. “Do you think they’ll put us in the same cell block at The Fort, if they catch us all? I could look after you in prison. People are scared of me.”

It’s a lie, of course. People are scared of Charles and his burn scars and wild eyes, and therefore John, as the one ‘holding the leash’ (another lie) is also to be feared, but in a lesser fashion.

Flint smiles, bright and dangerous.

“The police won’t be involved in this relationship.” he says. “But there’s a definite possibility this ends with you being ours.”

John shivers a little, despite the lingering warmth of the day.

“I think we ought to have the rest of this conversation somewhere more private.” says Thomas, his eyes dark. “Knowing what you now know, would you still like to come home with us?”

John looks between them - a returned war hero and a dogged lawyer, an archer and a man whose scream can punch a hole in a reinforced concrete wall - and then looks back up at the velvet sky and the diamond stars.

Fuck it.

“Let’s go.” he says to Thomas, and links arms with him, waving impatient fingers at James until he relents and steps closer so they can all walk together.

“How do you feel about using the color system?” Thomas asks, after they’ve walked about half a block in contented silence.

“As long as I get a hard-stop word, that works for me.” John says. “Are you planning anything that means I might need a non-verbal safeword?”

“Why don’t we establish one anyway.” says Thomas. They stop to wait for a crossing light, and John sneaks a look at James, who is practically glowing with how much he’s blushing.

“What brought that on?” John teases.

“Must you do that in public?” asks James, squeezing the arm he has around John’s shoulder a little tighter.

“Does it bother you, darling?” John says, and then yelps as Thomas pinches his side. “What was that for?”

“Don’t tease, darling. Good boys don’t tease.” Thomas scolds, and then he starts walking again, the lights having changed. John takes a half-second to reboot his brain from the mush it turned into at the timbre of Thomas’ voice, and finds himself towed along in Thomas’ wake.

“I’m not exactly a good boy.” John says.

“No shit.” drawls James.

“But I have to ask,” John continues, ignoring the interjection. “Exactly how bad would you like me to be?”

They make a sharp left turn and start to climb the stairs of a beautiful brownstone. James withdraws his arm from John’s shoulders and fumbles in his pocket for his keys.

“Are you asking how bratty we like our subs?” Thomas inquires, and John grins.

“I absolutely am.”

“That rather depends.” says Thomas.

“On what?”

“On how much you like being punished.” says James, and then he opens the door. “Coming, Silver?”

This last is said in a purr so low it sends shivers up John’s spine instead of down it, and John pushes forward and over the threshold. Thomas and James calmly shepherd him into the kitchen, and then they all pause for a moment.

“So, how are we doing this?” John asks, propping his hip against an expensive-looking marble countertop.

“How do you want to do it?” James asks, and John opens his mouth to reply, only to have James shoot him a glare that makes him realize the question wasn’t directed to him at all.

“I think we should start by seeing just how good he actually is. We can go from there, I think.” Thomas says, thoughtful eyes fixed on the crown molding.

James hums.

“Bedroom?” he asks.

“Yes.” says Thomas. “Come along, darling.”

John follows instantly. There’s something warm beginning to pool in the base of his stomach, something that has been growing for a while but has suddenly ignited. There are hands at his waist now, sliding under the fabric of his t-shirt, and James’ breath is warm against his ear.

“Good boy, Silver.” he purrs, and John shudders and pushes back into his hands, and James laughs and bites at the lobe of his ear and pushes him forward and into the bedroom. Thomas is waiting, his jacket and tie already gone, sprawled in an armchair sitting in the corner.

“Strip.” says James, still pressed against John’s back. John does, but it’s slightly awkward, trying to navigate around James’ wandering hands and biting back moans when James hits on a sensitive spot. Thomas watches, eyes dark, hands resting flat on his thighs, until John is entirely naked and James has his hands on his shoulders.

“Down.” says James, and the commanding voice from the bench is back. This time John doesn’t try to suppress his instincts and rather goes straight to his knees, fixing his eyes on the floorboards in front of him.

“Good boy.” purrs James. “Now, crawl.”

John freezes.

“Come here, darling.” says Thomas, letting his knees sprawl lazily open. John swallows against the roaring lust in his brain and slowly, slowly, creeps across the floor on his knees until he’s seated between Thomas’ still-clothed thighs. “How are you doing?”

“Green.” says John, wondering what’s going to happen next.

“I think that answer was missing something.” says Thomas, suddenly sharp. “Try again.”

John swallows. If that was a taste of what punishment could look like, he’s definitely going to misbehave.

“Green, sir.” he says, keeping his eyes fixed on the floor so Thomas can’t see him planning.

“Good. Is there anything you want from us tonight?”

John knows exactly what he wants. It’s been his go-to fantasy for, at this point, literal years.

“Do you remember the first time you caught me?” he asks. “The both of you, together.”

Thomas smiles, slow and filthy.

“Tell me exactly what you’re thinking about.”

“You’d stopped me, and in order to make sure I didn’t escape while you checked on the civilians, you cuffed me to the bars of the vault. And when you’d made sure there were no injuries you came back down the stairs, side by side in those fucking costumes -”

John’s voice trails off into nothing.

“What did you think?” James prompts. “What were you thinking, Silver?”

“I wanted you to - I wanted - I hoped -” John says, but he can’t make his infamous tongue cooperate.

“Did you want us to take you, Silvertongue?” asks James.

“Did you want us to punish you ourselves?” asks Thomas.

“Did you want us to leave you chained and helpless while we used you?” asks James.

“Well, Silvertongue?” says Thomas, rolling John’s codename off his tongue like a taunt. “Is that what you wanted?”

“Yes.” says John, because it’s true.

“Yes, who?” says Thomas.

John looks him in the eye and very deliberately keeps his mouth shut.

James, behind them, laughs.

“I told you he was a disobedient little shit.” he reminds Thomas.

“I think you also told me we’d have to punish him until he submits.” Thomas observes.

“I did.” says James, and John fights back his grin.

“James, dear heart, what punishment did you have in mind?”

“Let me put him over my knee, won’t you?” James says, and John might almost classify that as a plea. “He’s been begging for a spanking since the first time he opened his mouth in my presence.”

Thomas grins, blinding, and he lifts his hands, palms up, in invitation. John bites his lips and pretends that he wouldn’t beg for this, beg to be the subject of their bickering, beg to be the source of the laugh lines on Thomas’ face, beg to be manhandled by James like this, beg for all of it.

Judging by the glimpse he gets of the look on James’ face, he fails miserably. James pushes him down so his ass is facing back towards Thomas, and John lets his hands fall to his sides, dangling.

“Count for me, Silver.” says James, one hand resting against the middle of John’s shoulders and one teasing across his ass. “You’re going to count for me, out loud.”

“Sure thing.” says John, deliberately casual.

James’ hand cracks down, and John gasps and arches.

“And you’re going to call me Captain.” James says, almost conversational. “Thomas will be Sir. Tell me you understand.”

“Yes -” says John, and waits for a breath, for another burst of hot-pain, before he adds “Captain, yes, I understand, Captain.”

“Good boy.” says James, and John’s whole body twitches in response.

“Would you look at that.” says Thomas, thoughtful. “He wants to be good.”

“I suppose we were both right, to a degree.” James admits. “Time to count, Silver.”

The first strike and the second have a long moment between them, and John counts them with a breathless anticipation - that is punched out of him as soon as three and four and five and six rain down one after the other after the other.

“Six, fuck, fuck.” John pants, and he can feel James’ hands smoothing over his ass.

“What a lovely shade of red he turns.” Thomas observes. James just hums.

“Seven!” gasps John, and rocks his hips against James’ thigh.

“He wants to get off.” James says. “What shall I do about it?”

“Silver, darling, you’ve got two choices.” Thomas says, voice even. “You can come now, and we can put a ring on you for the rest of the night, or you can wait, and suck me off while James opens you up, and then you can come while we fuck you.”

John doesn’t even have to think about it.

“The second one, sir.”

“Good boy.” says Thomas, and John is sure this is going to be how he dies. Put that on the certificate - cause of death: the way Thomas Hamilton’s lips look wrapping around the words, the way his voice echoes with fondness and affection and truth.

“Let him up, dearest.” Thomas says.

“After seven? Let me make it a round ten.”

Thomas makes a contemplative noise, like he’s deciding.

“I’ll make him beg for them.” James wheedles. So that last wasn’t a fluke, Thomas is very clearly the one in charge here. That - well, it actually doesn’t change anything for John. It only clarifies something that had only been partially hidden.

“Please.” says John, because the entire reason he had mouthed off by not opening his mouth was that he actually does enjoy getting spanked.

“See?” says James. “He’s already asking.”

“Alright, James. Round it out to fifteen, if he’s that eager.”

“Oh, fuck.” says John, possibly more of a moan than words.

“And don’t even think about coming.” Thomas adds.

“Yes, sir.” John manages, but the honorific gets cut off by his gasp when James spanks him again.

“Eight!” John yelps, into the resulting silence.

“Turn him around, dearest.” says Thomas. “I want to see his face.”

James drops his hands under John’s stomach and just - turns him. The noise John makes is frankly inhuman.

“Fuck, shit, fuck, please, please, please.” John says. “Seven - seven more.”

“Hush now, Silver, you’ll get what you want.” says James.

“Be good and count for us.” says Thomas.

John does, and each time he counts James tells him how well he takes it and Thomas tells him how good he is. John is shaking by the time they get to fifteen.

“Color, darling?” asks Thomas.

“Gr - green.” pants John.

“He’s still trying to get himself off on my thigh.” says James, the traitor.

“In my defense, they’re very nice thighs.” says John, which draws a laugh from Thomas and another, more playful, spank from James. John hasn’t laughed this much in years.

“I think it’s time we put that smart mouth to better use.” says James, urging John off his lap and back down to his knees. “Get, Silver.”

Silver slides back across the floor to the space between Thomas’ thighs, and looks up imploringly with the same expression Max used as a child to distract businessmen from where John was relieving them of their wallets.

“Please, sir, can I suck your cock?” he asks, batting his eyelashes.

“You’re not Oliver fucking Twist.” says James. “You can do better than that.”

Thomas twines his fingers into John’s hair and pulls until John’s head is tilted back.

“Fuck my mouth, please.” says John. “You caught me, now use me.”

“Is that how you want to play it?” asks Thomas. “Did we catch you, Silvertongue? Have we whisked you away from a heist? Are there millions safe in a vault because you’re here and on your knees?”

John suddenly has no air in his lungs, and Thomas sounds like the Black Canary that John flirts with every time he steals something in the hope that precisely this would happen.

“If I’m good,” says John, “then you’ll look the other way while I slip out of your back door.”

“You think you’re a good enough fuck to get you out of jail time?” says James, and that’s the Green Captain’s voice, the same gravelly growl that has every talk show host in Star fanning themselves.

“I know I’m a good enough fuck.” says John, Silvertongue’s cocky boast floating to the fore.

“We’ll see about that.” says Thomas. “Open up, then.”

John does, and is rewarded with his first taste of either of them. He moans around Thomas’ dick, letting his eyes roll back in his head dramatically. Thomas’ hips roll slow but deep and John drops some of his theatricality in favor of focusing on not gagging, although that doesn’t stop him from making noise.

“Fuck me, he’s loud.” says James.

“He’s enjoying himself.” says Thomas, and his voice sounds strained. John is suddenly reminded of the amount of times Thomas’ screams have bodily moved him, and wonders how they handle the logistics of such a circumstance. “He’s going to make the nicest noises when he’s stuffed full of cock, don’t you think?”

Holy Fort Knox, they’re actually trying to kill him.

“I want to tie him up.” says James. “I want to hang him from the ceiling.”

John tries to say yes please, and although it’s muffled it’s still clear enough to make Thomas groan and James chuckle darkly.

“I’ll get it ready, shall I?” says James. “And you can get him ready?”

Thomas hauls John off his cock with the fist in his hair, and John pants for a moment, resting his forehead against Thomas’ thigh.

“Gonna fuck me ‘til I scream?” he taunts, as soon as he has his breath back. “I thought screaming was more your department.”

Thomas tugs sharply on John’s hair again, pulling until John makes eye contact.

“When I scream, I win.” says Thomas. “When you scream, when you scream for more, and harder, it will be because you’ve lost.”

John whimpers and thrusts his hips against nothing.

“Get up here.” Thomas tells him, manhandling him until he’s seated across Thomas’ lap, thighs spread by Thomas’ own sprawled legs, arms wrapped around Thomas’ neck and clutching at the back of the armchair. He honestly has no idea where Thomas gets the lube from, but there’s slick fingers teasing at him and there’s only so much he can take.

“Oh, fuck,” says John.

“That’s the general idea, yes.” Thomas says. His voice slides sideways into taunting. “Where’s that tongue of yours now? Don’t tell me this is all it takes to get you to shut up.”

“Fuck off, Canary.” says John, without much heat. Thomas spanks him, harder than James did.

“You’d better be more polite than that.” Thomas tells him.

“Sorry, sir.” says John, and doesn’t mean it at all. Thomas shoves two fingers in and then tutts at John as his back arches.

“So easy.” Thomas says, almost a scold.

Listen, John knew this was coming. He’s got himself off once already today. He’d been making it easier. None of that changes the fact that right now all he feels is the stretch and Thomas’ half-mocking, half-appreciative judgement.

“He asked for it - literally.” says James.

John attempts to turn to look, to see what James is doing, if the ropes are set, but Thomas grabs his chin with the hand not otherwise occupied and keeps him looking forward.

“Need a hand?” James asks, and his voice is closer than it had been.

“Why not.” says Thomas, and then John’s arching again because James is opening him up further, and then Thomas sinks his teeth into John’s chest, in just the right place to tease his tongue over one of John’s nipples, and John moans, loud and long and uninhibited, and someone’s finger drags over his prostate in a way that makes him want to yell, and all he wants is more.

“Do you?” asks Thomas, and John realizes he must have said that out loud. “Do you want more, Silver?”

“Yes, fuck, yes.” says John, trying to fuck himself down on their fingers.

“Tell us what you want, beg us for it.” says James. A pair of fingers nail John’s prostate again and he writhes.

“Oh, fuck, fuck me, take me, use me.” John gasps. “Please, sir, please, Captain.”

“There we go.” says Thomas.

John’s eyes fly open when they pull their fingers out - he hadn’t even realized he closed them - and then manage to get wider when Thomas wraps his hands around John’s thighs and lifts. He lets them move him - lets Thomas hold him while James ties his hands just high enough over his head that his feet just brush the floor and he won’t have any leverage - and revels in the softness of their hands on him. Thomas presses kisses to his biceps, to his neck, to his wrists.

“Good boy.” says James, smoothing his hands all the way down John’s sides until they rest on John’s hips. “So good for us.”

Thomas comes to stand in front of him, and his hands are busy, toying with John’s nipples, teasing across his straining triceps, brushing just barely over his straining cock.

“Go on, James, fuck him.” says Thomas.

“Fuck me, Captain, please, fuck me.” John begs, rocking his hips back, arching his spine.

James pushes in slow, fucks his way deeper with tiny thrusts that punch gasp after gasp out of John. As soon as he’s pressed flush against John’s back, Thomas catches his face in two hands and kisses him, biting and strong and hard. John can’t quite believe it’s taken this long to get a kiss, but that doesn’t change how enthusiastically he throws himself into returning it. Thomas pulls back and runs a thumb over John’s lip, which must be swollen.

“James, my love?” says Thomas, but his eyes are still focused on the thumb John’s just sucked into his mouth.

“Yes?” says James.

“Make him scream.”

John opens his mouth to say something, and then -

He’s not actually sure what he was going to say anymore. All he can really process is how good it feels to have James McGraw Flint, the Green Captain himself, absolutely taking him apart. James’ hands are leaving bruises on his hips, and Thomas is pulling on his nipples, and John’s never been this close to coming without some kind of friction on his cock. There’s no way John could string together a coherent sentence to beg for anything. James shifts his grip, adjusts his stance, and starts pounding John again, except this time every second or third thrust smacks straight into his prostate.

John screams, wordless and desperate, unable to contain it.

Thomas leans all the way back in, shifting one hand so it’s wrapped around John’s neck, just enough pressure to make sure you couldn’t forget about him.

“Looks like you lose, Silvertongue.” he says, and John keens.

James hasn’t lightened his onslaught and Thomas’ other hand is pulling on John’s cock, so there’s really no option left except to keep screaming.

“Listen to you.” James whispers into his ear.

“All ours.” Thomas says, kissing the side of his neck. “We caught you, and you’ve lost, and you’re all ours, to keep and to hold.”

John bucks and writhes between them, and then Thomas pulls just right while James nails his prostate and John is shaking apart between them, still screaming, eyes rolling back involuntarily, arms twitching.

“Fuck.” gasps James, like it’s punched out of him, the vowel sound dragging on as he shudders and comes, hips twitching against John again and again.

“Darlings.” says Thomas, taking half a step back to look at them both. “Oh, my darlings.”

Thomas has dropped one hand to start pulling at his own cock, and John starts pulling against his bindings.

“Shhh, Silver.” says James.

“No - I -” John says, and then he makes himself swallow and thinks about his articulation. “I want you to fuck my mouth again, sir.”

Thomas’ facial expression suggests that he can’t quite believe Silver is real. James unties him, hands careful, and helps him to his knees, settles on the floor behind John so he’s cradling John against his chest, framing him with those beautiful thighs. They must make quite the picture, and Thomas’ blown pupils only evidence that further.

James keeps his arms wrapped around John’s chest while John presses kisses to Thomas’ shaft, presses close so he can kiss at John’s neck while Thomas rocks his hips and John sucks as best he can.

“Come on him, Thomas.” James urges. “Mark him as ours.”

John moans at the thought, and Thomas gets a slightly desperate look on his face and staggers half a step back so that he can do just as James suggested. He flops back into the armchair afterwards, and John licks the come from his lips as lewdly as he can manage.

“Fuck.” says Thomas.

James helps John with the rest, the both of them licking it from their fingers as they go.

“Fuck.” says Thomas, still watching.

“An accurate summation of how we’re spent the evening.” drawls John, and James snorts inelegantly.

There’s a few minutes that feature a half-hearted cleanup and Thomas bodily carrying John to the bed and tucking him against James before pulling a quilt over the three of them, and John refusing to be ashamed of snuggling in to their hold.

“What do we do now?” John asks the curve of James’ pectoral, finally. “We can’t just go back to the way things were.”

“I don’t suppose-” Thomas starts.

“I can’t leave my Rogues.” says John, cutting him off at the pass. “That’s non-negotiable.”

“They’ve got a code, Thomas, they’re not so bad. The Flash likes them.” says James.

“The Flash’s opinions on criminals and criminality come entirely from you radicalizing her.” Thomas says, voice almost a whine. “Her opinion doesn’t count.”

“She’d be hurt to hear you say that.” says James. “Don’t listen to Thomas, the Flash loves you.”

James kisses the top of his head, and John flushes, a soft smile on his face.

“So we carry on as we were with small changes.” says Thomas.

“Like what?” asks John, suddenly suspicious.

“Well, the next time we catch you red-handed -” says Thomas, sliding a hand down to cup John’s ass.

John pushes into the touch, grinning.

“Now that I can work with.”

“Now you’ve created a monster.” says James. “He’ll never stop stealing after that. It’s an engraved invitation!”

John listens to them bickering with half an ear, already planning his next heist.

When they catch him robbing Alfred Hamilton blind, it will take no convincing at all to get them to fuck him over the man’s desk.

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Six (6) Seconds At Church of Christ In White Settlement, TX

Gunman kills 2 at White Settlement Church Before Member Fatally Shoots Him News Source: Dallas Morning News By Dana Branham, Nataly Keomoungkhoun, Tom Steele and LaVendrick Smith 12:56 PM on Dec 29, 2019 — Updated at 9:09 PM on Dec 29, 2019 Clarification, 4:30 p.m., Dec. 31, 2019: This article has been updated to reflect that while authorities initially said two members of the church congregation fatally shot the gunman, they later confirmed that only one member shot the gunman. A gunman killed two people during a Sunday morning service at a church in White Settlement before a member of the congregation fatally shot him, authorities say. Police in White Settlement, about eight miles west of Fort Worth, were called before 11 a.m. to the West Freeway Church of Christ at 1900 South Las Vegas Trail after one member, who is part of the church’s security team, opened fire on the gunman. MedStar spokeswoman Macara Trusty soon reported that the gunman and one of his victims had died at a hospital. The second victim was resuscitated after going into cardiac arrest on the way to a hospital, but authorities announced at an evening news conference that the person died later. Authorities have not released the names of the gunman and the people he killed, but the daughter of one of the victims told KXAS-TV (NBC 5) that her father, Anton “Tony” Wallace, was killed in the church shooting. Tiffany Wallace told the station she ran to her father after she realized he had been shot. “I was just holding him, telling him I loved him and that he was going to make it,” she told KXAS-TV. Two other people were treated at the scene for minor injuries they suffered when they hit their heads while they were ducking for cover, Trusty said. “We lost two great men today, but it could have been a lot worse, and I am thankful our government has allowed us the opportunity to protect ourselves,” said Britt Farmer, the church’s senior minister. Lt. Gov. Dan Patrick, speaking at the evening news conference, highlighted changes in state law that ensured the right to carry concealed weapons in churches. He credited the church’s volunteer security team for protecting their fellow members. “The heroism today is unparalleled,” Patrick said. “This team responded quickly, and within six seconds the shooting was over.” The FBI said Sunday evening that the gunman had been arrested in different jurisdictions but declined to go into detail about any charges he’d faced. Although the man had roots in the area, it appears he may have been transient. ‘Today evil walked boldly among us’ White Settlement police Chief J.P. Bevering said the Texas Department of Public Safety will lead the investigation into the shooting. Authorities did not release any information about a possible motive. Law enforcement officials said there was no ongoing threat to the public, and they praised the the church’s security team for ending the attack within seconds. Officials initially said that two members of the security team were responsible for taking down the gunman, but on Monday Bevering confirmed that only one person shot the gunman. Jeoff Williams, regional director for the Texas Department of Public Safety, said there was an enormous police response Sunday morning to learn more about what led to the shooting. He said the nation has seen so many shootings “that we’ve actually gotten used to it.” “I would like to point out that we have a couple of heroic parishioners,” Williams said. “Our hearts are going out to them and their families as well.” He said their quick actions had saved the lives of many other churchgoers. “The citizens in this community have a lot to be proud of,” Williams said. Matthew DeSarno, special agent in charge of the FBI’s Dallas office, said the agency was offering its resources to help with the investigation. “We are working very hard to find motive to get to the bottom of what happened,” DeSarno said. “As you see from the group assembled behind me, an incident like this does not get solved and we don’t get to the bottom of it without significant partnership.” Tarrant County Sheriff Bill Waybourn said Sunday was “a horrific day in Tarrant County.” “Today evil walked boldly among us,” he said. “But let me remind you, good people raised up and stopped it before it got worse.” Bevering, the police chief, offered his condolences to the victims as well as the churchgoers who survived the shooting. “We’re all hurting right now, and I just want your prayers for everybody at this time,” he said. Hours after the shooting, as churchgoers left the scene, John Richardson stood next to his wife, Diana, outside a Waffle House near the church. The couple have been married 47 years and have attended West Freeway Church of Christ for more than half of that time, he said. Richardson said that in the years since his wife suffered a brain injury in a car crash, he has learned to keep such tragedies in perspective. “Once you’ve been through something traumatic like that, you already appreciate life that much more,” he said. He said he had no hate for the gunman, whom he called one of God’s creations. “You can’t have hate for these people," Richardson said. "You can’t have hate for anybody.” Livestream Captures Shooting A livestream video that captured the shooting appeared to have been removed from the church’s YouTube page shortly after the attack, but copies are circulating on social media. View It Here: Livestream Video In the video, the gunman, who is wearing what seems to be a dark-colored hood, gets up from a pew in the back of the room and walks up to a man in a suit who is standing in the corner. As the two speak and the man points to his right, the gunman reaches into his jacket and pulls out a shotgun. A man sitting nearby stands up and reaches toward the back of his waistband as several others start to take cover, but most people in the sanctuary appear to be unaware of what is happening. The gunman fires twice while stepping backward down the aisle, striking the man who stood up and then the man he first approached. Another man then pulls out a handgun and fires once, striking the gunman just as he turns toward the front of the room. Six seconds have elapsed since the gunman pulled out his gun. "I KILLED EVIL" - JACK WILSON View It Here: Church Security Guard Interview After the gunman’s first shot, nearly everyone in the room startles, trying to find the source of the noise. As the gunman fires again, most of the worshippers begin ducking behind the pews, and a church leader standing on stage dives onto the floor. Several people in the opposite corner run up the aisle toward an exit, leaving papers and a book scattered in their wake. One woman crawls. An older man, who has turned to watch what’s happening, hardly moves. Screams fill the air as the gunman is shot and falls to the ground. A woman runs shrieking toward the victims as someone tries to help the first man who was shot, who is out of view. The second victim, who tumbled onto what appears to be a bench after he was shot, sits up. Meanwhile, at least five other worshippers pull out handguns and slowly approach the gunman. The man who shot the gunman kicks away the gunman’s firearm and picks it up. The Fort Worth Star-Telegram reported that church elder Mike Tinius said the gunman had drawn the suspicion of church security shortly before the shooting. He said he’d never seen the man and had no idea what his motive for the attack might have been. “By the sequence of events, it should be assumed that he came in with an idea,” he said. State officials react Gov. Greg Abbott called the shooting an “evil act of violence” in a statement Sunday afternoon. “Places of worship are meant to be sacred, and I am grateful for the church members who acted quickly to take down the shooter and help prevent further loss of life,” Abbott said. “Cecilia and I ask all Texans to join us in praying for the White Settlement community and for all those affected by this horrible tragedy.”

Gov. Greg Abbott ✔@GovAbbott Statement on shooting at West Freeway Church of Christ in White Settlement:

Texas Attorney General Ken Paxton’s office asked for prayers for the victims and their families and said the office will assist in any way needed. Erin Nealy Cox, U.S. attorney for the Northern District of Texas, said details about the shooter are under investigation. “No one should be subjected to gunfire in a house of worship,” Nealy Cox said in a tweeted statement. Sunday’s attack came just over 20 years after a gunman walked into a Wednesday evening prayer service at Fort Worth’s Wedgwood Baptist Church and killed four teenagers and three adults before fatally shooting himself. Seven more people were injured in the September 1999 attack. A state law went into effect in September 2017 that allows churches to have armed volunteer security. Licensed handgun owners may legally bring firearms into a place of worship as long as the church allows it, and a law passed earlier this year requires churches to give notice to their congregations if they want to ban guns. Churches, synagogues and mosques previously had been off-limits to gun owners, but lawmakers decided to lift the restriction as a response to the 2017 Sutherland Springs church shooting in which 26 victims were fatally shot and 20 more were wounded. The gunman in that attack killed himself after being shot by two men who chased him until he crashed his vehicle. Correction. 9:55 p.m. A previous version of this story said that a 2017 Texas law allowed churches to have armed security. The law allowed armed volunteer security. Read the full article

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