grubsyd
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Loyalty bleeds inside of him, big and bright and important. He needs a collar, or a leash, anything that had Jannik’s name on it, to show that Carlos belonged to him, that they were intertwined with one another and no one, not even Germán, could stake their claim on Carlos, because Jannik had gotten there first, name wrapped tight around Carlos’ neck.
or: Carlos wants Jannik, but he can’t have him. So he gets the next best thing, from someone who actually wants him, and pretends like it’s enough.
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The thing is, they don’t usually have sex when major tournaments are going on. For one, there is never time, between all of the practice and playing and rest, and, two, is that it is not exactly good for either of them, when all of their energy and health should be put towards tennis. Juan Carlos would kill him, definitely, if he showed up to a practice session limping. It would be the embarrassing, anti-climatic end of Carlos Alcaraz.
or: There are four Grand Slam tournaments in one year. Jannik and Carlos have sex at all of them.
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Heat simmers in his stomach, solidifying and coiling around his ribs. He hasn't even touched himself since he got here, and that was almost a miracle. It's like Jesus walking on water. Hamzah hasn't gotten off in over a week? Write that shit in the Bible.
OR: slushy noobz phone sex YIPPEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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He continues moving his eyes down Hamzah's body, stopping at the basketball shorts that were riding up his thighs and revealing a strip of the boxers he was wearing underneath. Martin swallows, feeling abruptly like he could get hard if he sat here long enough, just looking.
OR: martin and hamzah smoke WEED and then fuck NASTY ^_________^
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"Will Lenney!" One girl had laughed, after her friend had pointed out who he was, face ablaze with excitement. "In France?"
It was laughable, he really doesn't blame her. There wasn't a country he hated more in the world — it was almost a part of his brand, at this point — and he struggled to find the words to explain to her just exactly why he was willing to put up with his vehement distaste of the country to show up to a James Marriott gig in Paris.
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ao3 user grubsyd still thinks about the fact that will went to paris to watch james' concert. that's love dawg