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#my art#art#dessin#digital art#red white and royal blue#rwrb#pole dance#male pole dancer#yes I think Alex would make a very sexy pole dancer#yes ma'am#henry hasn't got a chance#pole dancer alex#gotta flex all those muscles#alex claremont diaz#henry fox mountchristen windsor#firstprince
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5+1 Things Recs Part 1
I want you, I need you (oh baby oh baby) by @rmd-writes
From the first time Henry saw Alex leaning against their dorm, he's thought that he's one of the most beautiful men he's ever seen.
This is five times Henry was interested in Alex, and one time he actually did something about it.
Some Element of Mystery by @xthelastknownsurvivorx
Alex has to face it. He has proof. The evidence is irrefutable.
His very attractive roommate is a stripper.
Not that there's anything wrong with that, but it means that sleeping in the same room as him just got that much harder (ha).
...
What he knows is this:
1. Henry works a night job, usually smells like alcohol when he comes home, and is weirdly cagey about what he does.
2. Henry is a highly-skilled pole dancer.
3. Pez let it spill while drunk that Henry knows how to give a lap dance. Henry, red to his ears, confirmed it.
4. Alex accidentally saw Henry's very extensive collection of sexy underwear on laundry day.
5. Henry always pays Alex back in wrinkled small bills from his job, apparently on account of how customers "handle" them.
Or, five times that Alex thought Henry was a stripper, plus one time Henry corrected him.
self-awareness (and lack thereof) by aftgray
Alex is not as observant as he’d like to be. His crush on Henry goes unnoticed to no one but himself—and perhaps Henry, who is too busy suppressing feelings for his apparently straight roommate. Pining ensues.
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5 times Alex liked Henry and had no clue, +1 time he knew.
or
David is quite literally the whole reason Alex and Henry meet and eventually stop being idiots and realize they’re in love
take me out, and take me home by weather_stained
They’ve only been living together for two months, since Alex moved to the city for law school. Henry's Brooklyn apartment was a short commute to NYU, and the price was unbeatable, so he agreed to move in without even meeting the man in person. He was nervous, at first, to share close quarters with a stranger, but it’s worked out shockingly well; Henry is kind and considerate, and they mostly leave each other alone.
He’s also quite obviously gorgeous, and Alex doesn’t know why there isn’t a string of men coming and going from Henry’s room at all times, or perhaps one steady man. Inexplicably, Henry seems to have been single since Alex moved in in August.
AKA:5 times Alex doesn't realize Henry's in love with him, and 1 time he gets a clue.
sex ed in 6 steps by @coffeecatsme
“Please tell me you used a condom, Fox,” Alex drawls out, leaning against the wall, and Henry chokes on his next breath.
“Excuse me?”
“You’re gonna tell me all about this tomorrow, but for the love of God, tell me you used a condom and we won’t have mini Henrys on campus anytime soon.”
Or, 5 times Alex thinks Henry's straight and 1 time he finds out the truth.
Or, 5 times Alex jokes about Henry's sex life and 1 time he gets to be a part of it.
Shards of Glass by Sebastian (taydrawrs)
Alex fights the frustration welling up in his stomach, gritting his teeth so hard his jaw hurts. The thing is, this isn’t the first time he’s lost out on a date because they’ve been threatened by what he shares with Henry. He doesn’t know what it is about their relationship that seems to scare people off, or make them think they’re not welcome around the duo. He feels more emotionally connected to Henry than to anyone else, but swears he doesn’t treat Henry any differently to how he would treat any other friend.
Except for the cuddles on the couch.
And the pet names.
And maybe he’s a little touchier with Henry than he is with Nora or his lacrosse teammates.
And okay, maybe he openly flirts with Henry more than necessary, but it’s so fun seeing Henry blush and seeing his cool façade crumble to dust in front of him, and it’s even more fun when Henry is feeling a little silly and flirts back.
…oh.
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5 times Alex and Henry get mistaken for a couple, and one time it’s not a mistake.
#5+1#5+1 things#rwrbficrecs#red white and royal blue#first prince#firstprinceficrecs#fic rec list#alex claremont diaz#henry fox mountchristen windsor
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name: maddie 🩷
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lore: canadian, keeps bread outside of fridge, hates pickleball, was a pole dancer briefly
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How do LI react to PC Stripper with high dance and seduction skills dancing for them? Either regular dancing or pole dancing showing off all their assets as best they can, maybe give them a lap dance, maybe wearing the dancer silks or a bunny outfit heels ears and all to add another layer of spice to things
related: belly dancer PC
Regardless of dominance, Alex loves it. At low dom, they have trouble watching, though. At high dom, they might join you in dancing. Won't say no to a lap dance, ever. Do not wear the bunny outfit around them unless you're willing to have that outfit ripped up at least a little.
Avery likes you putting on private shows for them. Just watches most of the time, drinking wine and enjoying the show. Loves when you dress up. Might buy you clothes specifically so they can get rough when pulling them back off you.
Eden is a little conflicted. Likes the dance, a bit upset over how others have probably seen you like this. Will fuck you before you get a chance to finish your performance. Similar to Alex in ripping clothes but Alex usually just rips a little, mostly around the crotch. Eden is going to tear those clothes to shreds. They can't help it. They need to have access to you, all of you, as soon as they can.
Kylar is also conflicted, and for the same reasons as Eden. Likes watching, blood boils at the thought of others seeing you like that. Will tear clothes by accident. Half the time the cum just from watching you, pressing their thighs together to get some friction until, oops, there they go.
Robin has a hard time watching at lower confidence. They're blushing and fiddling with their fingers and peeking up at you through their lashes. Higher confidence Robin is still blushing, but they're more open about watching you. Might ask to try on any fancy outfits you dance in.
Pure Sydney is going to put a stop to it unless you've already gone through the promise ceremony. They're still blushing up a storm and their hands are shaking, but their eyes are locked onto you and pupils blown wide. Not a big fan of the lewd outfits, though. Corrupt Sydney is having the time of their life. Loves watching you, loves the outfits, loves all of it. Might ask you to show them a few moves and if they can try on your clothes. Does not keep their hands to themself.
Whitney is having a fucking ball. Wants you to dance for them and their friends. Tries to make you cum during lap dances. Loves the slutty outfits and will tear them up or stain them with cum. Gets a little flustered during private shows, all your attention on them and none of it for show. Tries to get crude, can be stopped.
#alex the farmhand#avery the businessperson#eden the hunter#kylar the loner#robin the orphan#sydney the faithful#whitney the bully
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fanfic friday
thanks for the tag @inexplicablymine and @historicallysam! while I did already do this here, I'm going to take the opportunity to do it again for a different fic that I'm also very proud of (and was debating whether I should choose it to recommend last time)
the rules: share a fic you wrote that your proud of (art/mood boards optional)
Some Element of Mystery — RWRB, Stripper!Henry (sort of)
Alex has to face it. He has proof. The evidence is irrefutable.
His very attractive roommate is a stripper.
Not that there's anything wrong with that, but it means that sleeping in the same room as him just got that much harder (ha).
...
What he knows is this:
1. Henry works a night job, usually smells like alcohol when he comes home, and is weirdly cagey about what he does.
2. Henry is a highly-skilled pole dancer.
3. Pez let it spill while drunk that Henry knows how to give a lap dance. Henry, red to his ears, confirmed it.
4. Alex accidentally saw Henry's very extensive collection of sexy underwear on laundry day.
5. Henry always pays Alex back in wrinkled small bills from his job, apparently on account of how customers "handle" them.
Or, five times that Alex thought Henry was a stripper, plus one time Henry corrected him.
My contribution to the unofficial stripper!henry fest from 6 months ago (damn I can't believe it's been that long) that was too good not to write. I really like what I did turning the prompt on its head and the list format that I snuck into the second chapter. It's also my most popular fic, and I'm really grateful for all of the love people of shown it!
Not tagging anyone in particular since this is my second go at the tag but take this as permission for anyone to self-promote, regardless of whether you've been tagged before~
#rwrb#red white and royal blue#alex claremont diaz#henry fox mountchristen windsor#firstprince#rwarb#alex and henry#rwrb fic#fanfic friday
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Indycar Driver Lore
Indycar Driver Lore Masterlist
James Douglas Meredith Hinchcliffe
aka: Hinch
Birthdate: December 5, 1986
Hometown: North York, Ontario, Canada (raised in Oakville)
Residence: Indianapolis/Bahamas
Height/Weight: 5’8”/156 lbs
Rookie Year: 2011
Team: NBC Broadcast
Follow him on: Instagram Twitter
Career Stats
2011: Newman/Hass Racing - 12th Overall (missed the first race, last race, Las Vegas, was abandoned after Dan Wheldon's death)
2012: Andretti Autosport - 8th Overall
2013: Andretti Autosport - 8th Overall
2014: Andretti Autosport - 12th Overall
2015: Schmidt Peterson Motorsports - 23rd Overall (5 races completed before being injured)
2016: Schmidt Peterson Motorsports - 13th Overall
2017: Schmidt Peterson Motorsports - 13th Overall
2018: Schmidt Peterson Motorsports - 10th Overall
2019: Arrow Schmidt Peterson Motorsports - 12th Overall
2020: 6 races w/ Andretti Autosport - 23rd Overall
2021: Andretti Steinbrenner Autosport - 20th Overall
Podcast: Off Track with Hinch and Rossi
Ask Off Track Twitter
Off Track with Hinch and Rossi on YouTube
IMSA
2014 SpeedSource
Starworks Motorsport
2015 SpeedSource
2017 Mazda Motorsports
2024 Pfaff Motorsports
2019 Supercars Bathurst 1000 18th
-Likes a protein shake in the morning before the gym
-Does not drink coffee
-Likes Diet Coke and Peanut M&Ms
-Doesn't like to ride a bike
-Scars: Back of right thigh just below his butt (entry), Above left hip (exit), several on stomach.
-Years ago, Conor broke Hinch's hottub at his house. Hinch complains about this at least once a year but NO ONE will give details as to how.
-season 23 of Dancing with the Stars, partnered with professional dancer Sharna Burgess, finished in second place
-Currently an Indycar broadcaster with NBC
-Self-proclaimed mayor of fictional Internet city “Hinchtown.”
-Has microbrew beer named for him: Hinchtown Hammer Down brewed by Flat12 Bierwerks in Indianapolis. The golden ale is now available seasonally across Indiana, Kentucky and Hinchcliffe’s native Ontario.
-Collects guitars and antique lighters, counts Eric Clapton, Joe Walsh, Stevie Ray Vaughan and Buddy Guy among his favorite guitarists. A fan of contemporary artists, too, he listens to Twenty One Pilots, The Chainsmokers, Drake, Justin Timberlake, The Weeknd, Skrillex and Diplo.
-Ambassador for New Era; Certified SCUBA diver.
Iconic/memorable moments
Dale Jr. Download: James Hinchcliffe "I Was Quite Literally Shish-Kebabed" (viewer discretion advised)
Meet The Stars: James Hinchcliffe - Dancing With the Stars
James Hinchcliffe - All Dancing With The Stars Performances
James Hinchcliffe from Race of Champions 2017 in Miami – Part.1
James Hinchcliffe from Race of Champions 2017 in Miami – Part.2
James Hinchcliffe from Race of Champions 2017 in Miami – Part.3
2016 Indy 500 Qualifying James Hinchcliffe Pole Run
Inside IndyCar with James Hinchcliffe
James Hinchcliffe Discusses Getting Bumped from 102nd Indianapolis 500
James Hinchcliffe's Trophy Handling 101
IndyCar Series 2017. Texas Motor Speedway. Big One/Red Flag (All Angles & All Interview)
James Hinchcliffe's 'Wet' NBCSN Interview During Red Flag at Barber Motorsports Park
Andretti IndyCar Drivers Test Their Pit Stop Skills | #AllAndretti | Indy 500
The INDYCAR Off-Season with Marco Andretti, James Hinchcliffe, Josef Newgarden and Conor Daly
HONDA PACE CAR // JAMES HINCHCLIFFE AND BECKY DALTON
IndyCar Chronicles: James Hinchcliffe
The Return of James Hinchcliffe
James Hinchcliffe's NBC Sports Network Feature: Phoenix 2016
Screaming Meals - Dancing with James Hinchcliffe
Alex's Aliens
Butt Chugging Sunlight
Mind of a Motorhead: IndyCar's James Hinchcliffe goes under the microscope | Motorsports on NBC
James Hinchcliffe Accepts the Ice Bucket Challenge 2
Josef Newgarden and James Hinchcliffe Visit Space Camp
INDYCAR Test Drive Episode 3: James Hinchcliffe
Behind the CSN Scenes with James HinchCliffe • Full Video
James Hinchcliffe in the Body Issue: Behind the scenes | Body Issue 2019
INDYCAR FANswers: James Hinchcliffe
RACER: Who Gave James Hinchcliffe the Microphone?
Driver James Hinchcliffe Red Carpet Interview from the INDYCAR Championship Celebration
Meet the Mayor, James Hinchcliffe
The Mayor On Air With James Hinchcliffe & Special Guests
James Hinchcliffe's Indy 500 Race Bathroom Tip for Drivers
James explaining Hinchtown
James Hinchcliffe and Alexander Rossi: sharing a car at Daytona 24
Off Track with Hinch and Rossi – The Papaya One
While technically no longer a driver, James Hinchcliffe, known as Hinch, is still an integral part of the field. He remains friends with most of the drivers and serves as an informal liaison between them and the series, emailing drivers after each race asking for their concerns and forwarding them on to those in charge. Now in a broadcast role at NBC for Indycar and select IMSA races, Hinch does not rule out racing again, should the right opportunity arise. As of 2023, he has become a 'big F1 guy' commentating on select F1 races for F1TV
2019 ESPN Body Issue Controversy?
Rumor has it that Arrow disapproved of James baring it all and this contributed to him being 'relieved of his duties.' James remained under contract for 2020, under which he was required to be with the team on race weekends and make sponsor appearances, but was free to pursue other opportunities. In 2020, Hinchcliffe joined NBC Sports as analyst for IndyCar races and select IMSA races when he did not enter as a driver.
Read the ESPN article and view the pictures.
Hinch often referred to himself as the class clown of Indycar while he was a driver, bringing his slightly irreverent sense of humor out as often as he could. He’s a natural in front of a camera, entertaining fans throughout his whole career. He’s very intelligent and capable of explaining complex concepts in an easy to understand way. He’s got a sunny personality, is very personable and is almost always full of good humor and enthusiasm.
Fanfic Lore
Good friends with Conor Daly, Alexander Rossi and Marco Andretti. The four could be considered a 'band of brothers'
Often paired with one of the others of the band.
Alex Rossi’s emotional support Canadian
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48 for the kisses prompts! <3
Kiss prompts: 48 - playfully
This one took a little bit, but here we are! I ended up pumping out the entire fic today bcs I wanted to do a little birthday thing with Selina. This hasn't been edited tho and I'm not looking over anything I wrote so if you see a typo or something that doesn't make sense, don't worry about it. I have a headache right now and wrote this in less than and hour, it's a miracle it's as good as it is
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 995 words
Divider by racingairplanes
“Catch me if you can, baby.”
What Selina said echoes in Alex’s head as she chases her wife across the rooftops of Gotham. Wind whips through Alex’s hair as she leaps over an alleyway below, landing with a grunt. Selina doesn’t seem to struggle nearly as much as she uses her whip to pull her forward, bounding ahead with a gymnast’s grace.
They’ve been at this for what has to have been half an hour now. Alex isn’t tired, not yet. She’s used to running through Gotham like this at a full sprint, but now she at least gets to run at a lighter pace. It’s almost relaxing— some light exercise compared to the usual challenges she faces as she fights crime.
There aren’t any real stakes here. It’s been a long time since Alex has had to worry about chasing Selina down after a particularly big score, not that she ever cared much about when the cat burglar stole things. The only reason they were ever on opposing sides was because Selina had a more flexible view of the law than Alex did.
They still don’t agree on everything, but they’re far past the point where they’d fight with each other. Now the only chases they have are ones like these, challenges to each other to play on both of their competitive spirits.
Selina’s always in sight, just a little bit ahead of Alex. It’s obvious from the way that she moves that she’s been doing this for years. She’s nimble and acrobatic, navigating everything ahead of her with ease. It’s almost like watching a dancer who’s spent years honing her craft, every move is poised and calculated.
But Alex has been doing this for years too. She’s not nearly as flashy as Selina is— she doesn’t bother with any flourishes or cheeky looks over her shoulder at the other woman as she does. She sprints forward, keeping an eye out on everything around her. Because if Selina’s greatest strength is her agility, Alex’s is that she’s observant and knows how to play off of her environment.
Selina leaps over the gap between two buildings, using her whip to grapple onto the side of the one across the way. She pulls herself up, smiling over her shoulder to Alex.
“Keep up, lover,” she teases.
Alex rolls her eyes but can’t help but grin. She’ll never be as playful as Selina is. She’s always been far more on the serious side. But she’ll always appreciate her wife’s sense of humor.
As Selina pulls herself up onto the opposite building, Alex gives the area a once over. On that building, there’s a flag pole. An American flag whips in the wind, just barely visible in the dark of the night. But Alex can still see an opportunity.
She jumps across the gap of the alleyway below, stumbling a little bit as she grabs at the fire escape lining it. She’s going to lag a little more behind Selina now, but at least she has an idea as she pulls a knife from the sheath on her thigh.
Selina wouldn’t go too far ahead. She likes the chase as much as Alex has. If she’s too far away, it’ll be less fun for her.
And that’s exactly what Alex is counting on as she makes it onto the top of the building.
Selina’s there, having moved ahead but not so much that she would have been running the whole time since Alex leapt. She was waiting, not wanting to get too far ahead and lose the fun of this.
Alex knows an opportunity when she sees one.
As Selina sees that the chase can begin again, Alex throws her knife upward.
It’s obvious that Selina saw it, even if it is hard to see her eyes behind the lenses on her mask. There’s an unspoken question there, but Alex knows exactly what she’s doing.
The knife goes upward, shearing through the ties holding the flag on the pole. It flutters downward, towards the roof. Right into Selina’s path.
Selina’s good at dodging. She’s fast on her feet and able to navigate just about any obstacle that she’ll face. But the flag falling forces her to swerve, trying to get out of the way and reroute.
And that’s just the opportunity that Alex needs to catch up to her.
She sprints to close the distance between the two of them, all but tackling Selina to the ground.
Selina lets out a grunt at the impact, writhing in Alex’s arms to roll over so they’re face to face. Alex hopes that she didn’t tackle her too hard. She’d hate to have bruised Selina, even if she knows that Selina would consider it all in good fun.
But she doesn’t look hurt as she rolls over to look at Alex. Selina makes a show of trying to wriggle out from under her, but it’s obvious that she’s just doing that. She doesn’t want to get away, and she’s more than happy to put a hand on Alex’s hip as she gives up the fight.
“Looks like I could catch you,” Alex says with a grin.
“Oh, yes, you’re very talented,” Selina drawls. A smirk is on her face, and Alex wouldn’t be surprised if she had something else up her sleeve. But, then again, she always does.
That’s part of what Alex loves about Selina. Alex has never liked surprises, but there’s something about the way Selina always manages to keep her on her toes that’s exciting. Because at the end of the day, she knows that she can always trust Selina.
“Thank you,” Alex whispers, reaching up to cup Selina’s cheek in her hand. She hates being vulnerable like this, but that’s another thing that’s easier around Selina.
“Mhm. Happy birthday, baby,” Selina says. She plants a quick kiss on Alex’s lips, a playful smile coming to her face. “So. Are you ready to go have some more fun?”
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The Red Flannel Dress | Kinktober 2023
title: coriander
prompt: lap dance (courtesy of @flightlessangelwings)
pairing: alex/chuck/joey (like blood from a stone)
word count: 4197
masterlist | ao3 🍎
The stripper pole in the back room of the house loomed in the shadows as if we had been haunted by a phantom. It had been some time since Chuck and I had our little rendezvous back there, and yet it still wormed its way into my mind. I found muse laying awake at night with the memory of it still intact: I could still feel it on my ass in particular. Whenever I rolled over onto my side, I rested my hand on my hip, and I felt the shape of my own body. Chuck had given me everything that I could ever ask for in that room, and yet I still wanted more out of it. I wanted the feeling a second time.
If only I could ask for it: it wasn’t as easy as it used to. We had married and everything seemed to be going excellent for us, but I needed something for the proverbial itch on the inside of my thighs. It only started to well up within me a couple of days before, when I realized that I couldn’t recall the last time he and I had a moment alone together. I wasn’t one to ask for much, but I found the feeling a little too much to bear when I gave it some thought. I never thought I could be able to extract the feeling out from me on my own rite, by the power of my own hand.
I needed to do something.
It was going to drive me crazy if I didn’t do anything.
It was the middle of the night when I finally picked myself up from the bed, and I sat on the edge of the mattress with my legs over the edge and my feet planted on the carpet below me. I wore nothing but a pair of little black shorts; I let my hair dangle down over my shoulders like I had just climbed out of the shower.
I peered over my shoulder to find Chuck’s silhouette right behind me, still sound asleep.
It was not only going to be for me but for him as well.
Careful not to wake him, I slid off the bed and stood still. He gently snored but never woke up. I let out a soft whistle and crept on out of the bedroom to the dark hallway. Joey was sound asleep in what used to be my old bedroom; all the while, I wondered what he would think of it. I knew that Chuck and I would have to tell him everything should he be included in the whole grand scheme of things.
The floor creaked underneath my feet, especially once I reached the top of the stairs. Through the darkness, I glanced down at my body: I was still very thin and toned, but I could feel the weight in my body, however. I needed to get down to that pole.
I gripped onto the banister as I strode on down to the ground floor. The butterflies danced in my stomach as I made my way to the back hallway and that room there.
I flicked on the light, and I squinted my eyes from the sudden wash of golden light over me. The pole still remained in place in the far corner of the room like the Holy Grail. I strode on over to it, and every step I took I had a bit of swagger.
I rested my hand on the side of the pole: still smooth and polished from the first round.
I ran my other hand down my chest and onto my stomach. I had that energy within me, that feeling that I was all too familiar with, and all I needed was a cue of sorts. All I needed was the sensation down my legs from the sway of my hips. I held onto the pole with one hand, and I spread my feet apart. I raised my ass up into the air so I had a bit of a stretch to the backs of my legs. I closed my eyes and pictured Chuck behind me.
Both Chucks behind me.
Their hands on my bare ass and down my legs, and I could stand there with my legs open so they could see me. For a moment, I had become the tiny dancer in their hands. I could never be the full male stripper but I could sway and show off everything like it was no one’s business.
I stood upright, still with my feet spread apart and my hair still curled over my shoulders like the tendrils of a weeping willow. I kept my hand down on my thigh, and I moved it over to the crotch of my shorts.
A sweet caress was all I needed, and I could do it in front of them.
I nodded my head, and I had to do was think of a plan for the next day. As far as I knew, Joey could join in on the fun as well. I made my way out of there but I kept the light on to show me the way into the kitchen so I could fetch a drink of water.
I once again kept a hand on my stomach as I drank down the glass of cold water. I had the feeling within me in all its glory.
I returned to the bedroom, where Chuck was still sound asleep. I crawled back under the covers without a single stir from him.
The next thing I knew, I awoke to the sound of him chuckling at something. I opened my eyes and rolled over to find him there next to me, but he had already climbed out of bed. Nothing better to do than to improvise it all from that moment forth.
I ran my fingers through my hair and put on a clean shirt: I stayed barefoot, and I kept the shorts on as well. When I surfaced out to the hallway, I spotted the bedroom door slightly ajar. Joey was awake, but as far as I knew, he was downstairs with Chuck and they were laughing it up over a cup of coffee. I had a ping of jealousy within me at the mere thought of that, but then again something told me that he perhaps experienced the same ping of jealousy whenever he saw me with Chuck from Florida. It was only a matter of feeling that I could not deny for anyone ever, but it was there with me, nevertheless.
I peeked through the open door to find Joey there by the vanity mirror with what appeared to be an old hairbrush in hand: he sat there perched upon an overturned five-gallon bucket even though I knew there were a few stools downstairs in the basement that he could use for the mirror there. But I peeked in there, and he bent forth as if to pick up something from the floor underneath his feet.
It took me a second to realize that he was looking right at me.
“Alex?”
“Hey.” I nudged the door open and cracked him a smile. “What’re you doing?”
“I was gonna brush my hair really nice to where I could look good for rehearsals today but… this is such an old brush and my hair is so thick and kinky from all this moisture here in the Bay Area, that I don’t know if I can do it.”
I licked my lips, and I moved in closer to him. I stood right behind him: I couldn’t explain it but I had a feeling within me that told me I was going to have to put on a show for him prior to the actual show itself. It was right then I remembered that we all had rehearsal later that day, and thus I knew in my heart that I was going to have to improvise for real over that day.
“Let me brush your hair for you,” I offered him.
“You,” he started with a smirk at me through the mirror reflection before him, “want to brush my hair for me.”
“I do, yes,” I insisted. Joey showed me a sweet little smile, and he handed me the hairbrush for me. Slowly, he turned around on the bucket for a quick look back at me: Chuck’s hearty laughter caught my ear right then, and I knew I had to make it quick. Indeed, the brush had seen some better days: as long as he looked good for later that day.
And as long as he looked good for me as well.
I reached that crown of curls upon his head, and with each stroke of his hair, I flicked my wrist which in turn gave him more of a fluff to those top curls especially. I was going to make these two guys look good for me no matter what I did between right then and when the rehearsals came about. There was a point where, when I brushed his hair, I swayed my hips a little bit. I had very little tie to Joey whatsoever, but I could sense that he liked it, especially once he flashed me a little smirk at one point. I was the stud, and he acted as nothing more than my prey.
I had those little shorts on, and it was a crazy idea, but I had the inclination to take a seat right on his lap once I had cleared the crown of his head and worked my way down towards the ends once again for a final touch. I could take a seat in his lap and entice him for what I had in mind for later on that day. I snickered to myself and shook my head.
“What?” he asked me.
“Nothing,” I quipped, and I continued on towards the hair over his left shoulder.
“Ow!”
“Sorry—that was a little too hard.”
“You're telling me—ouch.”
“You've got this little knot here—I get 'em all the time, too. They're the really painful ones.”
“You? You get those?”
“Oh, yeah. You don't think my hair gets all tangled up every now and again?”
“You take such good care of your hair, I never would have guessed it,” he confessed.
“You and I have similar hair, Joseph,” I assured him as I carefully knocked on that tiny knot the size of my pinky nail. He grimaced from the feeling, but then I had it cleared.
“You know, I actually like me a little bit of pain,” he said in a low voice, to which I hesitated, and I held my face right next to his so I could look right into his eyes.
“Do you now?” I teased him. “A little pain like... my nails down your back?”
“I'll never tell,” he teased me back, and he flashed me a wink. I parted my lips and raised an eyebrow. Suddenly, it got interesting.
“Joey? Alex?” Chuck's voice floated up the stairs.
“Wonder what's going on,” I muttered. “I'm pretty much done here, anyway.”
“I would hope so,” Joey chided, and then I tugged on his hair again to stop him right in his tracks. I set the brush down before him, and I doubled back to the door. Chuck surfaced up the stairs with his eyes gleaming.
“Hey, you,” he greeted me.
“Hey—what's going on?”
“Chuck just made all of us breakfast, I was wondering when the two of you sleepy heads would come on down.”
“Breakfast?” Joey's high pitched squeak caught us both off guard.
I couldn't stop thinking about it over breakfast, the way that I wanted to entice the two of them. I had no reason in particular as to why I wanted to do it, other than to exert my own power over the two of them: I had been dominated and had my heart entrenched in my own insecurity up to that point. For me, it was only due time before I overcame it all and came into my own. I downed my coffee and relished every bite of Denver omelette before I returned to the bedroom for a change of clothes for the rehearsals. I knew I wasn't going to have enough time for it between that point and then, but I could maintain the face of improvisation in the meantime, however.
I stood there in my bedroom with my shorts down around my ankles and my shirt and my underwear on, and I wondered what it was that I would wear to that, but then again, I couldn't stop thinking about the room.
The pole beckoned me.
I needed to do it.
Chuck needed me to do it.
I could do it as long as Chuck from Florida could give me another round as well.
All I needed was a half an hour. Just a half an hour and I could cut the two of them loose to do whatever they pleased. As long as I got my own satisfaction.
I ran my fingers through my hair, and that was when I caught the sound of Joey laughing in his bedroom. I hitched up my shorts, and I strode down the hall to see what was the matter.
I peeked into the bedroom again to find that Joey himself was laying on the bed with his legs wide open and a magazine over his body.
He was preparing himself. He knew what was going on.
I had to change my plans and act.
But before I could do anything further, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to find Chuck right behind me with some clothes hoisted over his shoulder. I swallowed, and my heart sank. My mind went blank and Joey's huffing and puffing in the next room did very little to change that fact.
“Joey,” Chuck called past me.
“Huh?”
Without a moment's hesitation, he bustled past me into the bedroom. I caught a glimpse of the black suit over his shoulder, and it took me a second to realize that it was a latex body suit.
“I need you to stop whatever it is that you’re doing and I need you to put this on for me,” he told Joey; he then turned to me and gestured for me to come into the room. I swallowed again and gingerly padded in there; I shifted behind the door with my gaze locked onto the two of them. I ran my fingers through my hair again, that time to nudge the plume of gray away from my eyes: all too unruly at times, especially after breakfast. I stood there and watched Joey put on the latex suit: the stretchy black seams hugged the shape of his body as if it had been made for him. Every piece of it stretched over his sinewy thighs and his slender little body, and the hems hugged his wrists and his ankles just right. It accentuated him in all the right places.
He adjusted the collar of the suit, and then he turned to me. Chuck then directed his attention back towards me with a sly smirk on his face.
The butterflies were going crazy inside my stomach.
“Why are you two staring at me like this,” I asked them in a low voice.
“And you,” he declared with a gesture towards me.
“Me?”
“Put this on—” He handed me a little leather jacket that looked to be a bit too small for me.
“Why?” I asked him.
“Because I asked you to,” Chuck insisted; his voice was low and quiet, and I thought I had an idea as to what was going on there.
“Even with my shorts on?” I asked him.
“Even with those shorts on.”
I swallowed, and I really yearned for another glass of water, that time to wash down the coffee and scrambled egg aftertaste as well as any other feeling that ran through me right then. I put on the jacket and adjusted the lapels: I gave my hair a quick swish and I gazed on at the two of them. Two very attractive Native American men who looked on at me as if they were waiting for me.
They were waiting for me to do something.
I ran my tongue along my upper lip, and I took a step back towards the edge of the door.
“Where do you think you're going?” Chuck demanded. I never said a word. I knew what was going on. I backed out of the bedroom into the hallway, to which the two of them stood to their feet and followed me.
“And just where do you think you're going, Alex?” Chuck repeated it. I backed up to the stairs and stood there.
“Don't you even think about it,” he quipped to me, but much to his chagrin, I was very much thinking about it. I nibbled on my bottom lip, and I ducked down the stairs. I needn't look over my shoulder to know that they were following me.
Well, that was bad news for them because I had the nimble feet, and Joey had no idea about the existence of the pole in that back room. I couldn't help but let my tongue hang out of my mouth like the filthy dog I was meant to be. I ran into that room in question, whereby I flicked on the light, only to find that I had forgotten to turn it off when I went back to bed. I turned back towards the door where the two of them skidded up to the threshold and looked on at me with a look in their eyes that told me they wanted it.
I adjusted the lapels of the coat again, and I backed up to the pole.
“So, it was you who left the light on in here,” Chuck said in a low voice. “I asked Chuck from Florida about it and he knew nothing about it.”
“So the jig is up,” I concluded. “They know about this room, don't they.”
He ran his tongue along his bottom lip, and I could only take that as a “yes”.
“You know what? Just for that…” I reached behind me for the pole, to which I let my fingers curl around it. I leaned back but I kept my feet place so they could see my belly, and my chest, as well as my hip bones.
“He hits that thing, and he turns into a porn star,” Chuck explained to Joey.
“Let's see, shall we?” he suggested, and he skirted into the room right then.
“You still have that body glitter, Chuck?” I asked him.
“It's in your pocket, Alex,” he told me, and I reached into my coat pocket for that little jar of body glitter. I unscrewed the lid for a small finger full, and I rubbed it across my chest, all inside of the hair on my chest. I tucked it back into the jacket pocket with my free hand, and then I ran my fingers through my hair so it could be in the roots. I stepped back and held onto the pole. I hooked one leg around it so he could see the back of my thigh. I slid around it and locked eyes with him, to which he took his seat there on that little stool before me.
I slid around the pole again, that time with a flick of my hair so he could have a full view of the glitter embedded within.
“Oh, my god,” he breathed out. I gave the pole another spin, and then I parked myself right on his lap, right on top of that black latex.
“How do you want it, my little Indian?” I asked him.
“Give me all you got,” Joey whispered into my ear. Careful not slide off, I gyrated my hips across his lap. The latex squeaked underneath me but it felt good on my skin. I could ride it as if one of us wore a rubber for a moment alone, even though Chuck was standing right there right behind us. I let my hip bones do the talking, and a part of me told me to take the shorts off.
Take the shorts off, followed by my underwear. Indeed, I stood up and I dropped my shorts for him. Joey held still as I nudged my underwear down my legs as well, and then I returned to my seat on his lap. I gyrated on him some more, to which he tilted his head back a bit; I glanced back for a look into his face and the parting to his lips as well as the drooping to his eyes. Indeed, I could feel him rising against my bare ass.
It didn't long for me to get him going.
And all the while, the latex felt better on my skin now that I had more down upon him. I leaned into his face for a kiss on the lips, and then I stood up again. My hair sailed all around me like the tentacles of an octopus, and then I set my hands upon the crown of my head. I lifted my gaze to Chuck, who was still in the doorway.
“Come on in,” I beckoned him. “A little show before rehearsals.”
“I'll say.” Joey shook his head and clambered to his feet so Chuck could have a seat, but I wasn't so apt to give him a lap dance just yet. I lowered my arms and placed my hands to my bare hips. I nudged part of the jacket back so he could see my hipbone as well as my waist.
“So, you knew that I left the light on in here,” I said with a slight gyration of my hips.
“Yeah.” He smirked at me, and then he lowered his gaze down to my hips as well as my package. He pursed his lips and squirmed in his seat.
I couldn't help myself. I reached down and fondled myself with one hand.
“Yeah, I did,” he replied again, and then he gaped at me. I stuck one finger into the tip, which tickled me like the dickens. I shuddered and let out a low whistle as I was going to be as hard as a rock within a few seconds. I caressed myself down with the light stroke of my fingers, and that alone was enough to make me breathe harder.
He shifted his weight in the chair as if he wanted to leave, but I wasn't going to let him out so fast.
“I don't think so,” I quipped, and then I turned to Joey. “Hold him down for me.” Before Chuck could do anything, Joey put his arms around his shoulders and held him down to the chair. I licked my lips and twirled around with my hair fanned out.
So much for brushing Joey's hair.
I took a seat on Chuck's lap, and I did the same thing to him. I bore down harder because I knew he liked it a little bit hard and firm. Hard and firm, just like me.
I raised my arms over my head so I could do it with no hands, and I could feel him firming up inside of his denim jeans. I glanced down to find that I, too, was about to let loose given the small clear pearls collected at my tip.
“I'm gonna come in my pants,” he grunted out. “I'm gonna do it!”
I let my tongue hang out as I slowed it down a bit, a little swipe across his lap to which I stood up a bit and then took my seat again. A little pendulum effect that would give my knees what for.
“Oh, god,” he groaned out. I finally glanced back at him to find that Joey had his hands around his neck. That was my cue. I stood up again after the next swipe, and then Joey and I leaned in to either side of his face for a simultaneous kiss. Chuck closed his eyes and let out a low growl that sounded like one of his death growls. Joey finally let go of him, and I stood back and ran my fingers through my hair. I was feeling warm, but at least I wasn't sweating bullets.
I glanced over at the door to find Chuck from Florida smirking at me. I returned the favor to him as I stooped forward and picked up my shorts and my underwear from the floor.
The Chuck whom I married meanwhile, panted and bowed his head from the feeling. I sauntered over to the door, which was a bit difficult given I still had a hard on, but I knew a little swipe of my hand and a couple of tissues could fix that.
“Quite the show the two of you did just now,” he told me with a twinkle in his eye.
“It was a cinch,” I assured him with a wink. “Do you have a tissue I could use?”
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A mail bag
Not too much no drama (yes in message box but not puckbunny type)
A)anon I don't think Ovechkin will even with his empty netters reach Howe's record. Not like he is not good enough but the rules were different then and Ovi is ,veteran, player
B) his first name is Kris not Alex letang. No osing together nonstop does not mean The Letangs are not together lol. Crosby Interesting runs Toews Kane Interesting and so similar bs about Amanda and Kaner . Amanda is pregnant . I still miss to see BrinCat in Chicago. Goals and fun Not certain wags.
C) Marketa was an ice hockey boss of Tomas Hertl, in her tender age back in Prague years back. 15 years back and so. The man with a winning goal against Canada in Nagano was a coach of her team HC Slavia Prague. They tanked financially when she has left for UK and so any other ice hockey club with that ice hockey coach later on. If not bankrupt so at the bottom with no results , say Filip Hronek's home team where the coach's 2nd wife a pole dancer and 25 years his junior has sent her naked photos to the ice hockey players and cheated on him. The coach wanted a money from the parents for minor players to be on the roster and it is apparently typical for young Czech ice hockey. Nepotism, destroyed potential talents with serfdom and bad campaigns, stops and methods and tactics stuck in Stone age, big wigs in their association shopping with their wives in designer boutiques of Czech Madison Avenue. No shock Markle has found her soundboard. The other coach who was young and promoted as a modern expert sucked all enthusiasm fromCzech star NHL team but problems with anybody from their national League and a scoring Czech player. With Canadian scoring player, young players were lazy and not training enough like Jagr with his squats, older players were not in touch with his modern methods, Czech NHLers too primadonnas. They knew M and her development, tips, strategy. It's her ice hockey idea frame what they play now even she has no input in. Marketa was a sport journo as a teenager, keen to write anything and so any small feature or cover female basketball players in Brno. She got up to the ladder gradually, so other female sport journos. I don't mean this one in this outfit but yes she is beautiful and so other girls.
M was always very strict and she is very strict with taming David J now and his ventures how she calls it from New Foundland and Ohio to Florida to have stupid manners of communist pensioners about little helpers when he is not good with his puck handling and no cupped blade of stock or two hands on during scoring. Compared to old structures she supports their brain and play intelligence learning from mistakes . Their national teams were not obedient to listen to their coach unless it was a former star ice hockey player, even voracek has a problem to do it in 2019. All their junior teams were arguing cliques and so with Zacha. Then a lot of things changed. They became a great team despite having not an ice hockey player coach who trolled them on the top. Not good with quick dangles, dekes on the way to the net or quick puck handling for scoring so the goal keeper is able to prepare for the shot but their ice hockey is 3D and very attractive, modern ice hockey. Hertl was a top scorer not ages ago. I would type the last post with M's photos today and I close this topic for next and following year(s). How get an entry to army and be relevant female biz leader lol
D) Brown shoes of Jonathan Toews on New Year day.!!!!! I analyzed them.
#kris letang#pittsburgh penguins#tomas hertl#alexander ovechkin#Patrick Kane#Chicago blackhawks#Nhl#Ice hockey
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Bunk Mates, Chapter 3
Word Count: 3.4k
Warnings: sexual tension, stripping/strip club, touching over the clothes, cheating/kissing, over-intoxication, mentions of an erection.
"You guys really think taking me to a strip club is going to cheer me up?" I asked nervously, "my asshole of a dad had a pole shoved through his chest today."
"He's fine," Shorty said, reassuringly, rubbing my back, "you just saw him. Your brother is staying with him tonight in the hospital. He's fine Alex. But it’s you we worry about. You’re wound up so tight…you need to relax.”"
"Come on," Jan Damme smiled, "we'll go to the male strip club."
"Uh, uh."
"NO," Tad laughed, "no way. I’m all for helping probie relax, but I’m not about to watch a bunch of guys in g-strings."
"Fine," Jan Damme grinned, "we'll go, and the straight boys can go to a club that has women."
"I'm okay with this."
"Just know that you'll be missing out on some primo strippers."
"We're not gonna help you be all pervy on Crystal."
"What?" I asked, my brow raising at the comment.
"Your bunkmate is a stripper," Tad chuckled, "you know, on the side. Once a month Jan Damme allows himself to go creep on him at the club."
I stifled my laughter, "Ike...a stripper? You're messing with me."
"No," Jan Damme said, shaking his head, and taking me to his car, "trust me. I'm not. Ike, or Mr. Crystal Hose, is greattttt."
"Don't let him spend his whole pay check on Crystal again," Tad laughed as we began heading out, "he doesn't need to become your bunkmate's sugar daddy."
Shorty and Tad shook their heads as we got into Damme's car and headed towards the club. The parking lot was pretty full, and I could hear music pumping from outside. We came in just as I saw none other than Miss prissy, feminist Lucy McConkey grab some stripper’s ass. He turned around, and I saw it was Ike.
My mouth dropped, and I felt my cheeks heat up.
"He's got a great body, right?"
"Holy shit."
"Let's grab a seat," he smiled, taking me by the hand. We passed right by the bouncer who was carrying an intoxicated Lucy over his shoulder. She was trying to get him to put her down, rather unsuccessfully.
"HEYYYY BOYKINS!" Penisi said, taking my hand as we passed their booth. He slid me around so that I was sitting by him. Damme sat next to me. I tried to keep my eyes on the table, but I couldn't help but peek through my peripherals at Ike's body writhing on the stage, "you made it."
"Yeah..."
"Oh, this is normal," he said, catching my hesitation, "Ike's a stripper."
"Exotic. Dancer," Ike stressed from his pole. I blushed and looked down, “I dance exotically!”
"I noticed," I said with a blush, "hi."
"Hey Jan Damme. That time of the month already, buddy?" Ike asked, crawling towards us. He looked love struck as he pulled out his wallet and started tucking bills into his red trunks, "Heyyy bunk mate! You’re here too!"
"Oh, ignore him," Granny said, looking at his phone, "he'll be on stage for a bit."
"Hi Ike." I repeated, a little louder this time.
He smiled at me and rolled onto his back. A bachelorette party started running their hands along his body, and I felt my breath catch in my throat, "thanks for stopping by tonight."
"Uh huh," I nodded along, not really paying attention, "I uh, I need a drink."
"You can have my purple knob."
"What?" I asked.
Granny laughed, "Chief ordered us all purple knobs. You can have mine."
"Oh. Thanks," I smiled, “lord knows I need to be wasted after today.”
“I bet.”
"Thanks for taking care of my dad today, by the way," I said looking at each of them, "I-I know he's a gigantic asshole, but I really appreciate you guys for taking that call and taking care of him."
"It's our job," Ike said, rolling back, "and you're like family already. We take care of one another at our station, even if you are a c shifter."
"That's really refreshing," I said, looking at him, "thank you."
"Your other stations weren't like that?"
"My brother is kind of like my dad," I sighed, biting the inside of my cheek, "you know, but instead of being an ass, he's more like-"
"A C shifter."
"Not cool," Jan Damme said, jumping in and pointing a finger at Andy, “I’m not that bad.”
"No, it's okay," I replied, "he's got the whole machismo I'm going to sleep with everything douchebag vibe...and for those of you who do not get to know the C shift guys...yes, he could come across like a 'c shift,' guy."
"Well, you're not like the c shift people."
"Thanks Ike," I smiled. He popped up into a handstand, and stood, dancing towards the bachelorette party again. I looked at the A shift guys, "he just made things difficult. He slept with a lot of the higher-ups’ wives and girlfriends...pissed a lot of people off."
"So, he's like Penisi," Chief McConkey laughed, clapping Captain Eddie's shoulder, “that’s the last thing we need at the station! Another one of him.”
"I guess?" I half asked.
"See Eddie here is a big ole whore," Chief McConkey said, sipping down his drink, "he sleeps with everyone."
"Not everyone."
"Hey guys," Ike said, coming to sit down with us. I looked back up to the stage to see another stripper there, "what's up?"
"Weren't you just stripping?" Granny asked.
"Well yeah, but my set is only twenty minutes. Well for right now anyways," he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "then I get a little break, and then women will buy lap dances and stuff, so I'll be busy for a bit...and then I'll repeat it."
I tried to process everything as I sipped on my drink. It was really fucking hard to process as he was there in those tiny red trunks and suspenders.
"Did you guys want anything to eat?" he asked, "I told Fernando I'd come ask you guys, so the grills still on."
"Yeahhh," Andy said drunkenly, "Can we get some wings."
"Sure," Ike smiled, "anything else?"
The rest of the guys gave him food orders, and I excused myself to get another drink. Ike was insisting that he get it for me, but I gave him a hefty 'no thank you,' and headed towards the bar.
"You know, I really woulda got it for you," a voice said behind me. I turned, seeing a still half naked Ike, and immediately focused back on the bar, "I'm sorry, am I offending you or something? I mean, is my body grossing you out? I'm a little bloated this week, and usually I'm a little more dry bu-"
"Your body is great," I said cutting him off. I felt my cheeks heating up as I began to stutter, “you-it’-amazing…”
He smiled, "really?"
The bartender set my shots and purple knob in front of me, and I swore I caught him winking. My blush had to have been obvious, and I refused to look at Ike. He scooted so that he was in front of me.
"You don't have to be shy with me, Alex," he smiled, offering me a sweet look, "really. I'm just a regular guy. A firefighter. Well, I mean a firefighter and an exotic dancer, but still I’m just a regular guy."
"Take a shot with me."
"What"
I pushed the shot in front of him and looked at my own, "No more talking. Do a shot."
He smiled and we clinked shot glasses before downing them together.
"You are so drunk," he laughed, “super wasted.”
"Nuh uhhh," I giggled. Ike shook his head at me once more as I sipped on the cocktail captain Penisi put in front of me, "I'm in tip top shape."
"Cap," Ike said, looking to Penisi. Eddie shrugged, laughing at the scene around us, and sipped on his own purple knob, "I think she's had enough."
"I'm fineeee," I giggled, “come on…don’t be a fun killer.”
"Did you drive here?" Ike asked, turning to me.
"Nooooo," I said in a sing song voice. I ran my hand up his arm. I watched as he shivered beneath my touch, and I giggled again, "Damme drove me."
Damme, who was still extremely sober because he didn't drink shook his head at me, "Her car is at the station."
"I'll drive her home," he sighed, "is that okay?"
"Ike-kay," I giggled, finishing off the drink, "Okey dokey, artichokey."
He shook his head at me, and Eddie laughed, "you sure you wanna take Lopez' girlfriend home. He might put a target on your back."
"She's drunk Cap," he said quickly, "I'm not gonna let her drive herself home."
"She rode with me."
"See!" Ike yelled, "she wouldn't even be able to find her car!"
"Take me home then, Ikey."
Eddie raised an eyebrow at me, and I booped his nose. He chuckled, "you know what...take baby Boykins home. I'm gonna enjoy hearing about this tomorrow."
"Aye Aye cap," I laughed. Ike held his hand out to me, and I took it, "later bitchesss."
Ike said goodbye to everyone, and we started making our way out the back door, "come on. I'm just around the corner."
"Where are you at?" I asked drunkenly. My head felt a little cloudy, but it was so nice to just let go. He pointed to a regular black car off to the side and unlocked it as we neared. After he got me tucked into the passenger seat he went around to the front, "Ikeeee. Bike. Hikeee. Like. Sike. Tike. Mikeeee. Your name rhymes a lot."
"I have a brother named Mike," he laughed as he thought it over, "hmm. Never thought about it. He's my twin, you know. Mike and Ike."
"That's a candy." I giggled, putting a hand on his thigh, "you're silly, Ike."
"I...uhm..."
"Oh, I'm sorry," I lied, looking at my hand which was low on his thigh. I patted it, and I felt my hand rest a little higher as I tested my limits, "I'm so lame. I didn't mean to put it there."
"So you...uh," he said slowly, looking at my hand on his thigh, "meant to put it there?"
"Sorry," I sighed, removing my hand. I laid my head on the glass and started breathing some fog onto the window to draw, "heeyyy, did I ever tell you that I was a trained dancer too?"
"You dance exotically?"
"Noooo," I giggled as I made basic shapes in the fog, "I was classically trained in dance. I did the whole shebang growing up. Competitions. Had scholarships for college lined up...then me and Davey joined the marines. Right at 18."
"That's really cool," Ike said. I looked at him to see if he was just humoring me, but he genuinely looked curious, "you were a marine? I mean, chief told us that you and your brother served, but I didn't know you did that."
I nodded, "I did it for Davey and my mom. She was a marine when she met my dad. She got discharged because she got knocked up. So, we were doing it for her."
"I didn't know that."
I shrugged, turning my attention back to the window to continue my fog drawings, "I miss it, sometimes...dancing. Do you dance too?"
He laughed, "You literally were watching me do it in there."
"Oh yeah," I giggled, remembering that I'd watched him at the club, "you were really good."
" Thanks," he smiled. I could see him grinning through my peripherals, as well as a slight blush tinging his cheeks, "I like doing it..."
"Why are we in a car?" I giggled, looking outside. It had started to rain, but I wanted to play in it.
"Oh yeah," Ike smiled, "I'm taking you home...what's your address?"
I reached in my wallet and pulled up a piece of paper, handing it to him, "that."
"This is the stationhouse," he laughed, "where do you live?"
"Shit," I muttered, "that's not it? I don't honestly remember...I just moved in there yesterday. Chief gave me the next few days off to get set up."
"That's awesome," he smiled, "We've switched shifts for this week so I'm on mid shifts. Are you moved in? I could totally help you set up your new place."
"Yeah," I smiled, taking his hand, "let's go."
"I don't know where you live."
"I'm too drunk to remember right now," I admitted, "it has a four in it though."
He cocked his head to the side, and then shook it, "is it cool if I just take you to my place, and we crash...then I drive you back in the morning?"
"Oh my god, yes..." I smiled at him. He let go of my hand and started his car. About five minutes later, we pulled into an apartment complex, "holy shit you live here!"
"Yeah," he laughed. I got out of the car, ignoring the rain and looked around. I felt his arm on the small of my back, "I live in that one right there."
"Race you!"
Without a response I bolted. I felt the rain along my skin, and the wind going through my hair as I raced towards the door. I could hear his footfalls behind me and knew that I didn't have much on him. As I came to the end, I felt myself falling as one of my heels broke. I closed my eyes and braced myself for some harsh reality.
But I didn't feel cold cement. I was wrapped up in a warm cocoon. I didn't even feel the rain anymore. And somehow, I was still standing. When I opened my eyes, I was face to face with him. His brilliant blue eyes looked at me with all the concern in the world, as his hair fell into his eyes ever so slightly.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
My breath caught in my throat.
"Alex, are you okay?" he asked again, "You almost fell, but I caught you."
I looked up to see that we were protected by the awning, but it was still raining pretty hard. When I looked back at him, he looked like he was running through a laundry list of possible diagnosis in his head.
"I'm okay."
It meant to come out as a firm statement, but it came out just barely above a whisper. He nodded, and I felt his grip loosen slightly. I took a step back, only to land on the broken heel. He caught me again, only this time, he picked me up bridal style. With a hearty laugh he stared at me, "I think I should just carry you up. You're way too drunk for this to not happen a dozen more times."
I giggled and buried my head in his neck, not wanting to fight back on being carried around by the gorgeous man who'd quickly become my friend over the past 24 hours.
"You didn't have to carry me up two flights of stairs," I giggled, touching his chest. He smiled valiantly as he sat me down on his bed and began to take my heels off, " I can do that."
"It's fine," he smiled, "I don't want you hurting yourself."
He threw the shoes towards the wall and I suddenly felt self conscious of the fact that I was wearing a dress, and it had rode up to my mid thigh, "do you...uh...can I borrow something to sleep in?"
"Oh yeah," he said as if it were the most obvious thing. He turned around and started rummaging through the bottom drawer of his dresser before handing me a wifebeater and pair of sweats, "you'll be swimming in them, but it's the best I can do."
"It's perfect," I replied, taking them. He turned back around to grab some stuff for himself, and he headed down towards the bathroom. A few seconds later I heard the shower turn on. I placed the clothes beside me and stood up. Peeling my wet clothes off, I switched into the ones he'd given me, and he was right. They were really big on me. Granted, the wifebeater was less big, but that was just because my boobs gave it something to cling to, but I could see almost right through it, so I folded it in half over my breasts. Taking a look at myself in the mirror, I rolled up the sweats until the inseam met my body, but they were still too long on me.
Shrugging to myself I accepted that this was probably going to be the best I could get it, and I sat back on the bed. I leaned back until it just felt right to just give in and lay down. I sighed to myself. His bed was so comfortable.
I felt myself moan as I stretched out. Why did his bed feel this good?
"That bed has amazing Posturepedic stuff." Ike said as he came into the room. He had a towel wrapped around his lower half, and I felt my eyes open just enough so that I could sneak a peak at his body.
"It is amazing," I giggled. I leaned up on my elbows, and looked at him, "didn't you take clothes with you?"
"I realized that I only grabbed boxers," he admitted, opening his towel. My breath caught in my throat just as much as it did now as it did when I saw him dancing at the club, "I didn't wanna make you feel uncomfortable or anything."
"I'm not uncomfortable."
"You are pale again."
Damn it.
"Maybe I just like what I see."
WHAT? WHERE DID THAT SHIT COME FROM?
"What?"
I stood up and took the towel from his hands, dropping it beside us, "maybe...I like what I see."
"Alex."
"I like you Ike," I admitted. My hand reached out and touched his chest, before sliding up to his neck. He didn't respond as I pulled him towards my lips. I devoured him in a hungry kiss as our lips met. He responded greedily, one hand cupping my own face, while the other went to my waist.
I felt his rough palm gripping my waist tightly, just barely over the edge of the sweats. I took a few steps, pulling our bodies together, and leading him towards his bed. We collapsed onto it, and he pulled away from the kiss, "wait...Alex..."
"Ike," I moaned, feeling him already getting hard beneath me, “please.”
"Alex you're not sobe-"
I cut him off with another kiss.
It felt like an addiction, that I desperately wanted to give in to. I wanted to feel closer to him.
"Alex," he pleaded, breaking away from me. He untangled from me, and laid beside me, shaking his head, "we can't do this."
"Why?"I whimpered.
His hand caressed my face, and I tried to kiss it, but he pulled away, "trust me when I say that you are amazing...but we...we're just friends. You're dating Lopez. I'm so attracted to you. Like really attracted, but that's not right. I'm not that kind of guy."
"I..."
I didn't have a response.
"I'm gonna go sleep on the couch," he said, backing up from me until he was off the bed. He reached out to me from his hands and knees, and I allowed him to pull me towards him so I was sitting up. He held my face in his hands, and he looked at me. There were so many emotions in his eyes I couldn't count them all. But overall, I recognized one: disappointment, "I'm sorry Alex. If you need me, I'll be right down the hall, okay?"
He kissed my forehead, and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, then left. I looked at the empty room. My clothes were in a wet pile by the window, along with my broken heels. Just down the hall was possibly the sweetest man to ever exist, and I just kissed him...
He told me he was attracted to me, but that we couldn't...because I, the not so single wonder, had kissed him. Sighing to myself I got up to turn the light off, then pulled the blankets back so that I could tuck myself in.
The bed smelled like him. I sighed again. I wished I was back in that moment after I'd almost fallen but he caught me. Wrapped in his arms, time felt frozen. It felt right.
Man...I'm some kind of fucked up.
Chapter 4
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The Beach Luxury Club - Sharm: Capodanno '24 con Alex Belli e Federico Fashion Style… E il 3 gennaio 2024 New Year's Reload Show con Umberto Smaila
Le feste di fine anno sono un bel momento per rilassarsi ovunque e comunque. Al The Beach Luxury Club di Sharm El Sheikh, presso Domina Coral Bay, il programma per la fine del 2023 e l'inizio del 2024 è però davvero imperdibile, per chi vuol oziare sotto il sole di giorno, assaggiare piatti d'eccellenza la sera…e la notte godersi musica e divertimento con gli amici.
Ogni sera succede qualcosa, grazie ad un calendario di eventi davvero imbattibile. Si parte il 24 dicembre 2023 con un Xmas Dinner Show accompagnato da live music tutto da vivere. E il pranzo di Natale? Al The Beach diventa un Brunch Baywatch Party, ancora accompagnato da live music, per non perdere il ritmo del divertimento. La sera tra Natale e Santo Stefano, il 25/12, ecco uno scatenato Xmas Red Party, accompagnato da un dj set tutto da ballare. Andiamo avanti: venerdì 29 dicembre alla musica live pensa un gruppo d'eccezione, la Shake Point Band.
E per Capodanno? Il top club fondato da Manuel Dallori per l'ultima notte del 2023 propone due appuntamenti diversi: nella storica cornice di The Beach, a due passi dal mare, va in scena la proposta più soft, dedicata a sole 80 persone: è una cena a lume di candela, in un'atmosfera romantica e rilassante. L'immensa Domina Coral Bay Arena, una struttura temporanea e panoramica da ben 800 persone, è invece la location dedicata a chi ha voglia di ballare fino alba con dinner show, party e dj set. Sul palco tanti protagonisti d'eccezione: la band è quella di Alex Belli, modello, attore e personaggio tv davvero molto amato (GF, Isola dei Famosi) mentre a presentare e a fare spettacolo ci pensa Federico Fashion Style, celeberrimo e decisamente chiacchierato hair stylist. Con loro anche un'altra professionista dello spettacolo come Letizia Saquella, pole dancer vincitrice di molte competizioni internazionali.
Sarebbe già abbastanza, ma The Beach Luxury Club per l'inizio del 2024 ha pensato anche a tutti coloro che non si sono goduti a pieno l'ultima di notte dell'anno perché in viaggio… o semplicemente vogliono festeggiare ancora.
Ecco quindi il White Brunch dell'1 gennaio '24, con dj set e musica d'eccellenza. Non solo: il 3 gennaio sul palco della Domina Coral Bay Arena tornano dopo tanti anni Umberto Smaila e la sua band, protagonisti musicale di un New Year's Reload Show tutto da vivere, come sempre eccellente anche dal punto di vista culinario. Capaci di far cantare e scatenare chiunque, simbolo del divertimento più spensierato, Umberto Smaila e i suoi musicisti sul palco creano semplicemente magia.
Quando finiscono le feste a volte lasciano un po' di malinconia, ma chi le passa al The Beach Luxury Club senz'altro vive emozioni uniche che diventano ricordi che scaldano il cuore.
Cos'è The Beach Luxury Club
The Beach Luxury Club è un concept di beach club con intrattenimento, pensato per tutti coloro che cercano l'esclusività e il divertimento. Prende vita tutto l'anno a Sharm El Sheikh presso Domina Coral Bay e dalla primavera all'autunno in Sicilia, a Santa Flavia (Palermo) presso Domina Zagarella. The Beach è un ambiente rilassante e chic, in cui godere il mare e la spiaggia e "celebrare la vita" ogni giorno. Cucina raffinata, presentata in un contesto unico, con piatti di ispirazione mediterranea. Il menu dà ampio spazio alla tradizione italiana e alle specialità di pesce fresco, ma anche a piatti della cucina internazionale Sushi e Thai firmati The Beach.
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The Beach Luxury Club - Sharm: Capodanno '24 con Alex Belli e Federico Fashion Style… E il 3 gennaio 2024 New Year's Reload Show con Umberto Smaila
Le feste di fine anno sono un bel momento per rilassarsi ovunque e comunque. Al The Beach Luxury Club di Sharm El Sheikh, presso Domina Coral Bay, il programma per la fine del 2023 e l'inizio del 2024 è però davvero imperdibile, per chi vuol oziare sotto il sole di giorno, assaggiare piatti d'eccellenza la sera…e la notte godersi musica e divertimento con gli amici.
Ogni sera succede qualcosa, grazie ad un calendario di eventi davvero imbattibile. Si parte il 24 dicembre 2023 con un Xmas Dinner Show accompagnato da live music tutto da vivere. E il pranzo di Natale? Al The Beach diventa un Brunch Baywatch Party, ancora accompagnato da live music, per non perdere il ritmo del divertimento. La sera tra Natale e Santo Stefano, il 25/12, ecco uno scatenato Xmas Red Party, accompagnato da un dj set tutto da ballare. Andiamo avanti: venerdì 29 dicembre alla musica live pensa un gruppo d'eccezione, la Shake Point Band.
E per Capodanno? Il top club fondato da Manuel Dallori per l'ultima notte del 2023 propone due appuntamenti diversi: nella storica cornice di The Beach, a due passi dal mare, va in scena la proposta più soft, dedicata a sole 80 persone: è una cena a lume di candela, in un'atmosfera romantica e rilassante. L'immensa Domina Coral Bay Arena, una struttura temporanea e panoramica da ben 800 persone, è invece la location dedicata a chi ha voglia di ballare fino alba con dinner show, party e dj set. Sul palco tanti protagonisti d'eccezione: la band è quella di Alex Belli, modello, attore e personaggio tv davvero molto amato (GF, Isola dei Famosi) mentre a presentare e a fare spettacolo ci pensa Federico Fashion Style, celeberrimo e decisamente chiacchierato hair stylist. Con loro anche un'altra professionista dello spettacolo come Letizia Saquella, pole dancer vincitrice di molte competizioni internazionali.
Sarebbe già abbastanza, ma The Beach Luxury Club per l'inizio del 2024 ha pensato anche a tutti coloro che non si sono goduti a pieno l'ultima di notte dell'anno perché in viaggio… o semplicemente vogliono festeggiare ancora.
Ecco quindi il White Brunch dell'1 gennaio '24, con dj set e musica d'eccellenza. Non solo: il 3 gennaio sul palco della Domina Coral Bay Arena tornano dopo tanti anni Umberto Smaila e la sua band, protagonisti musicale di un New Year's Reload Show tutto da vivere, come sempre eccellente anche dal punto di vista culinario. Capaci di far cantare e scatenare chiunque, simbolo del divertimento più spensierato, Umberto Smaila e i suoi musicisti sul palco creano semplicemente magia.
Quando finiscono le feste a volte lasciano un po' di malinconia, ma chi le passa al The Beach Luxury Club senz'altro vive emozioni uniche che diventano ricordi che scaldano il cuore.
Cos'è The Beach Luxury Club
The Beach Luxury Club è un concept di beach club con intrattenimento, pensato per tutti coloro che cercano l'esclusività e il divertimento. Prende vita tutto l'anno a Sharm El Sheikh presso Domina Coral Bay e dalla primavera all'autunno in Sicilia, a Santa Flavia (Palermo) presso Domina Zagarella. The Beach è un ambiente rilassante e chic, in cui godere il mare e la spiaggia e "celebrare la vita" ogni giorno. Cucina raffinata, presentata in un contesto unico, con piatti di ispirazione mediterranea. Il menu dà ampio spazio alla tradizione italiana e alle specialità di pesce fresco, ma anche a piatti della cucina internazionale Sushi e Thai firmati The Beach.
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"The world will swallow you whole, dear"
Name: Alex
Human
Rank: -to be determined-
Age: 19
Sexuality: pansexual
Family: -to be determined-
Story: Alex (formerly known as Alice) is currently working at a strip club as a dancer. He was currently on the run from his own family. At the age of 16 he left home, away from the cameras, away from the fame, away from everything his family built through generations.
He flew under the radar, and straight into the one career his family found disgusting. Sex work, he was just turning 18 when he needed money desperately. So he did what he could.
He learned quickly how to utilize his dance classes that his mother made him do, but this time it was on a pole and not a stage.
Added stuff: Alex is trans and also is really big into sex and drugs
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19° CHINA WUQIAO INTERNATIONAL CIRCUS FESTIVAL: Programma e Giuria
19° CHINA WUQIAO INTERNATIONAL CIRCUS FESTIVAL: Programma e Giuria
E' in corso la 19° edizione del China Wuqiao International Acrobatic Art Festival (20-30 ottobre) uno dei principali eventi mondiali nell'ambito delle arti acrobatiche circensi con eventi a Hebei e Pechino.
Ieri è andato in scena lo show A, oggi si tiene lo show B. L'Italia è rappresentata in giuria da Fabio Montico. Nel programma troviamo diversi nostri connazionali quali Willer Nicolodi, Kimberly Zavatta.
Ecco il cast completo suddiviso nell'ordine dei 2 programmi di selezione A e B. Anche le rispettive foto seguenti seguono l'ordine di programmazione nei due spettacoli.
SHOW A
- Cangzou & Hebei Wuqiao Acrobatic Troupes, Flag Pole Act, China
- Rudolf, Speed Juggler, Czech
- Kimberly Zavatta, Aerial Straps, Italy
- Karubar by Cirque du Soleil, sort of russian bar, Canada
- Cyr Wheel, Israel
- Willer Nicolodi, Vetriloquist, Switzerland
- Maria Konfektova, Aerial Hoop, Russia
- Lemon Brothers, Corean Teeterboard, Russia
- The Gerling, High Wire, Germany/Colombia/Argentina
- Nentong Acrobatic Troupe, Trio Magic, China
- Anatolii Akula, Clown, Russia
- Jiangsu Acrobatic Troupe, Handstand, China
- Duo Tichinskii, chinese pole, Moldova
- Great Moscow State Circus, Teeterboard, Russia
PHOTOS ARTISTS SHOW A (IN ORDER)
SHOW B
- Brave Eagle, russian bar, China
- Duo Disar, aerial straps, Uzbekistan
- Courage, diablo, Chinese Taipei
- Ameli Bylik “Time Flow”, Ukraine
- Alex Michael Trapeze, Sky Walker, Brazil
- Way to the Dream, Hand balancing, Ukraine
- Tai Chi, Jar Balancing Act, China
- Duo Vitalys, Hand to Hand, Perù
- Fire Teeterboard, Colombia & Aruba
- “Empress” by Liubov Karsanova, Group Juggling, Russia
- Bill Cheung Magic, Magic act, Austria
- “Rabbit Eaters”, Clowns, France
- Fujian Acrobatic Troupe, Collective Balancing Act, China
- Nicol Nicols, Wire Dancer, Spain
- Amaraa Troupe, Teeterboard, Mongolia
PHOTOS ARTISTS SHOW B (IN ORDER)
GIURIA TECNICA INTERNAZIONALE
- Bian Faji, China
- Yu Yigang, China
- Li Chi, China
- Zhao Hongbo, China
- Peter Dubinsky, Usa
- Pavel Kotov, Canada
- Fabio Montico, Italia
- Jasmine Straga, Australia
- Peter Fekete, Ungheria
- Lachezar Stefanov, Bulgaria
- Maria Farfan, Usa
- Alexander Ogurtsov, Russia
- Yerik Zholzhaksynov, Kazakhstan
- Sandor Donnert, UK
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Title: Some Element of Mystery
Fandom: Red, White, and Royal Blue (rwrb)
Rating: Mature
Ship: Alex/Henry (firstprince)
Tags: 5+1 things, stripper!henry, mistaken identity, crack treated seriously, college au
Alex has to face it. He has proof. The evidence is irrefutable.
His very attractive roommate is a stripper.
Not that there's anything wrong with that, but it means that sleeping in the same room as him just got that much harder (ha).
...
What he knows is this:
Henry works a night job, usually smells like alcohol when he comes home, and is weirdly cagey about what he does.
Henry is a highly-skilled pole dancer.
Pez let it spill while drunk that Henry knows how to give a lap dance. Henry, red to his ears, confirmed it.
Alex accidentally saw Henry's very extensive collection of sexy underwear on laundry day.
Henry always pays Alex back in wrinkled small bills from his job, apparently on account of how customers "handle" them.
Or, five times that Alex thought Henry was a stripper, plus one time Henry corrected him.
#rwrb fic#rwrb#red white and royal blue#alex claremont diaz#henry fox mountchristen windsor#firstprince#rwarb spoilers#rwarb#alex and henry
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We're Going Down Swinging
We're Going Down Swinging
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by cityofdownwardspirals
Henry doesn’t mean to intrude, but curiosity gets the best of him. “I am sorry, but what on Earth is your brother going to do with five-inch hot pink heels?” he asks, barely believing that those words actually came out of his mouth. He tries to recall whether Alex has a girlfriend he might order those for but June has been pretty vocal about either liking or disliking Alex’s exes in the past, so he is sure he’d remember. Also, those shoes don’t look like your regular gift for your girlfriend. Not that he would know.
June looks at him, as if finally realising how clueless he actually is. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I forgot to tell you. Alex is a pole dancer now,” she says matter-of-factly and Henry chokes.
“What?”
OR
After Alex gets suspended from the lacrosse team, he finds a new hobby. Henry is completely normal about it.
Words: 8717, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Nora Holleran, June Claremont-Diaz, Percy "Pez" Okonjo
Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, June Claremont-Diaz/Nora Holleran
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Friends to Lovers, Pole Dancing, Sports, Gay Disaster Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Uniforms, Smut, Humor, Blow Jobs, Idiots in Love, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, no beta we die like men
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