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Just a table of contents page and suggestions page. Most contents will be mature and gay, but at the beginning of the one shot there’ll be a list of warnings or tags that’ll give you a good taste of how gay the story is.

For suggestions, I require a few things:
1. Ship
2. Fluff, smut (specify) or angst
3. Whether you’d like to be credited

You can always add in more like an almost fully developed story or even just a random character you’d like to be involved.

For suggestions, I will not do these:
1. If there is implied pro ship or pro ship
2. If it’s a kink I don’t feel comfortable writing about
3. If it’s a ship I don’t feel comfortable writing about
4. If you ship Knives Chau with anyone (she is a minor)
5. I will not do Straight Wallace
6. If the idea is inherently racist or sexist
7. If it involves or implies rape or non-consensual sex

I will write about straight ships if given the prompt or a suggestion to do so, but I will mainly focus on the ones I like best :)

Hope you like my stories!

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This was probably the second open house they’d seen today.

Scott tried to keep up his usual whiny attitude with a side of possible optimism, but struggled to get excited about the new house. All it would be is expensive and would mean more labor than Scott wanted to do during summer. Summer was meant to be spent jacking off to comic book heroes (you’ll never guess which ones) and playing video games until 1 in the morning, but here Scott was, at another open house, waiting for God to kill him.

The only reason he was really excited to be there was because of Wallace Wells, his usually pessimistic boyfriend of three years.

That’s right, folks, three-motherloving-years of Scott waking up next to Wallace after having a night of uninterrupted gay sex with him. He couldn’t really believe it sometimes, that he managed to get Wallace to give him a chance (it was a drunk confession, Scott doesn’t have that big of balls), but here he was, shopping for a fucking house with the man of his dreams. And if Wallace wants to look at a house on a hot Sunday morning, Scott was going to look at that damn house.

Even if it was really, really, unimaginable, seethingly hot inside that house.

Listen, Scott was usually a relatively cool guy temperature wise. But it’s 80 degrees somehow, and the house is warm, and, okay, Wallace was wearing some inappropriately tight jeans. Scott knew it’s the gay man style, but holy shit did he look fine in them. Scott couldn’t help but stare. He’s not even staring respectfully. He’s staring disrespectfully. He’s staring like a slut. He’s staring like Wallace had the mayor of Texas on his ass.

And Wallace knew.

He finally said as they were in the kitchen by themselves, without looking behind him, “I can’t even go outside without you looking at me with bedroom eyes.”

The open house was empty, since their real estate agent had booked the property for the day so Wallace and Scott could look around for a few hours. Wallace had already looked almost all over the first floor (there are two floors) and even imagining walking up those stairs behind Wallace was painful for Scott.

“Wallace, it’s the pants.” Scott whined, because it’s true. When Wallace wore those jeans, it’s because he wanted to get dicked down.

Wallace didn’t even pretend to care, “What? You’d rather I take them off?”

“Yes!”

Wallace grinned mercilessly, “Hah. No.”

“They’re so tight.” Scott practically stomped his feet.

“You’re just saying that because I wouldn’t let you fuck me before breakfast.”

That was an unfair assumption to make, but it was true. Just that morning, Scott had woken up blissfully to his dick rock hard in between his thighs, and thought, ‘What better timing than before an open house to get down and dirty?’

Wallace was against it, but didn’t show it until he’d gotten Scott worked up, per usual.

He’d let Scott kiss him passionately, pushing him against the mattress. He’d let him kiss his neck, his collarbone, his chest, his stomach, and then as soon as he got his hands on Wallace’s waist he was pushed off and told they had to get ready for their open house, leaving Scott hard and frustrated.

“So? You tricked me!”

“You can fuck me back at home.” Wallace decided, as if he was limiting my video game time.

“But-“

“No buts.” He put a finger up in between us, “If you’re really that horny, I’ll help you get off in the bathroom.”

Suddenly, Scott grinned.

“That was a joke.” Wallace turned around to look at him in the eye, before he said, “Scott, I was jo-“

But it was too late, because Scott was already shoving him into the nearest bathroom he could find and locking the door behind them. Wallace was about to go on a long lecture about sarcasm but Scott had already bashed his lips against his, pushing him up against the door of the bathroom.

‘This is a really nice bathroom,’ Scott thought, reminding himself to mention that to Wallace after he got him off.

Scott kept his arms on either side of Wallace, keeping him where he was as he kissed the living life out of him, partially because he wanted to kiss him and mainly payback because he had to get dressed with the biggest boner in the world. Wallace can barely keep up with him, the bruising kiss disorienting him but finding his hands on Scott’s belt, his nimble fingers working it off.

“Scott, no hickies.” Wallace warned him in a breathy voice as soon as Scott’s lips found their way down his neck, kissing sloppily and firmly.

Wallace finally loosened the belt buckle, shoving Scott’s jeans down to his shoes, and using his hand to grope Scott’s hard on through the briefs. Scott muffled his moan into Wallace’s neck, hands gripping Wallace’s hips in a way that would bruise if he weren’t wearing those goddamn pants.

“Jesus, guy, you’re always waiting for a second where no one’s looking for me to get you off.” Wallace swore as he worked his hands into Scott’s trousers. He pulled out his member from his pants, causing Scott to whimper, “You know, our real estate agent could come back any minute, right? What would she say, seeing you pants down, dick out, getting a handjob right in the bathroom?”

Scott could only whine as Wallace’s hand gripped his dick, slowly slicking up it with his calloused hands.

“You’d like that, though, wouldn’t you? Like someone to know how much of a whore you are.” He said, starting to slowly pick up the speed with his hand, his fist tight and quick.

“Wallace-“ Scott whimpered as he fucked up into Wallace’s fisted hand.

“I’m right here, guy.” Wallace reassured, kissing Scott’s neck.

“No, Wallace, you-“ He pushed Wallace’s head away from his neck.

“I what?” Wallace looked up at him, suddenly concerned.

He blustered, “You-you-“ Scott then suddenly stopped stuttering, smirking, “ You promised to give me a blowjob.”

Wallace rolled his eyes, “You’re lucky I love you.”

Scott could only smile like a fucking idiot as Wallace got down on his knees. He then took Scott’s dick and slowly sucked at the head. As Wallace took him in deeper, Scott pushed his hand into Wallace’s hair, tugging his hair faster and begging him to go faster. Wallace hollowed out his flushed cheeks and sucked him farther into his mouth, running his tongue along a prominent vein on Scott’s dick, which practically made him shout.

“Fuck, Wallace, right, fucking, there.” Scott started to sway his hips back and forth, tempted to actually thrust into Wallace’s hot, wet mouth but trying to hold onto a thread of self-respect.

Wallace continued sucking until he felt Scott slowly start to get more wound up and get closer to finishing. He then, using his fist to pump the rest of the member, took only the head in his mouth and teased the slit with his tongue. Scott cried out, his head hitting the back of the door with a loud thud, and sure enough, he came. Wallace slurped the substance up because god forbid they get cum on the floors of a house that isn’t theirs, and pulled off.

Scott helped him up and Wallace helped him put his briefs back on.

“I’d call that an 8/10 sex for us.” Scott wondered aloud as Wallace patted down his hair so he didn’t look like he just gave somebody a quickie.

“Sure.” Wallace side-eyed him as he fixed himself in the mirror, “You never got me off.”

Scott rolled his eyes, trying to lean on the door but missing and almost faceplanting on the floor. He reasoned as he got up, “Yeah, because you’re too loud whenever I try to get you off.”

“You literally shouted my name!” Wallace bristled.

“Yeah, well you’d probably scream it!” Scott shouted back, zipping up his jeans.

Wallace rolled his eyes at him. He was about to turn around when he froze, “I know as soon as I turn around you’re just going to get hard again.”

“I’m always hard when you’re around. I just conceal it.” Scott grinned like he had just told Wallace he’d brushed his teeth for once in his life.

“Yeah, right, you can’t even conceal it when you’re actually hard.” Wallace said, opening the bathroom door and leaving.

“Wait, are you calling my dick big?” Scott asked, then, when Wallace wouldn’t respond, whined, “Wallace, stop laughing, are you calling my dick big-stooooop!”

“I’m not laughing.” Wallace said, hiding his grin with a hand. “Let’s go, Scott, I’m sure the real estate lady Stephanie is waiting for us somewhere.”

“Her name’s Stephanie?”

“I think so?” Wallace said.

They both turned around so they could leave the house, and were met with an angry stare from the Real Estate Agent Named Stephanie.

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Young Neil had a particular kind of video games he liked; ones that were more based in the agility of your fingers than the ones that were more reliant on your brain processor. Games like Kirby, Mario, Zelda, Tetris. He grew up playing those games, so he was used to a game asking very little of him except A, B, up, and down.

Neil’s birthday had been the past Monday, and, he couldn’t complain, he got some pretty sick gifts. For example, he got a guitar pick from Scott that was shiny in the light. Kim had gotten him a copy of his favorite movie, “How To Lose a Guy in 10 Days”. Even Knives, his then ex-girlfriend, bought him a little plant named Tobias.

And then, there was Stephen Stills.

Ever since Neil knew what a crush was, he was certain (well, as certain as Neil could be about anything, which was usually just 78% certain) he had one on Stephen. Neil knew there were many complications with this, because of Stephen’s off and on relationship with Julie, and because they were roommates, and because of other reasons Neil couldn’t remember off the top of his head but had written down somewhere.

Stephen Stills had purchased Wii Sports for Young Neil. As a birthday present.

Was this a joke? No. Was it an ill-fitting gift for Neil, who had no interest in playing with these big balloon shaped creatures that looked vaguely related to humans? Yes! Why would Stephen get him such a god awful gift? Every other year to this date, he’d gotten him amazing gifts. Last year, he bought him the CD ‘Stankonia’ by OutKast! The year before that, you might wonder? A really nice shirt! The year before that? Neil didn’t remember, but it was probably something awesome!

Unlike Wii Sports.

Neil sat in front of the television screen, looking at his ‘mii’, which just looked like a bloated and egg-shaped version of himself, as elevator music blared from the speakers. How could Stephen think he would enjoy this?

‘He probably was running low on money and forgot it was my birthday.’ Neil reassured himself, then started to panic, ‘He forgot my birthday! I’m his roommate, he can’t do that! Even I remember his birthday! It’s…November 16th or something.’

(He was wrong. Stephen was born in July).

Neil had to confront his roommate about this conundrum. He would not tolerate the treatment he was subjected to because of Stephen’s lack of common knowledge of Neil’s birthday.

Neil threw down his controller, and turned to face Stephen, who was sitting on the couch behind him, lazily riffing on his guitar. “Stephen, we need to talk.”

Stephen perked up, letting his fingers rest against the strings of his instrument, “What’s up, Neil?”

‘What’s up? I’ll tell you what’s up; THIS GAME SUCKS!’ Those were thoughts Neil kept in his head, though. He suddenly felt a little embarrassed at his sudden throwing of his game controller, and felt like he should pick it back up. No! It was too late! Neil had to press on.

“Did you…forget about my birthday?” Neil asked, looking at Stephen closely.

“What? No, it was on the calendar.” Stephen raised his eyebrow, seeming to not know where this conversation was going. “Why?”

“I’m just—“ Neil felt a wave of frustration hit him as he said, “Why did you get me Wii Sports?”

Almost instantly, Stephen’s cheeks flustered with something that was a cousin to shame. Ah-ha! So he did know that the game he bought was shitty! Who even likes playing video games with Lego men that have football shaped heads?!

Stephen threw his hands up in the air, caught and defeated, “I panicked, okay? I didn’t know what to get you for your birthday and I over-thought the whole thing and I got you the worst present ever and it’s obvious you hate it.”

Stephen buried his head into his hands, groaning something along the lines of ‘massive failure’ and ‘I should’ve stayed in college’.

Neil stood up and sat down beside Stephen on the couch, comfortingly patting him on the shoulder, “I don’t hate it.”

“You hate it.” Stephen didn’t even look up from his hands.

“Okay, so what if I do? That doesn’t mean there wasn’t thought put into the gift.” Neil said, frustrated at the confusing feelings rising up inside of him. Did Neil severely dislike his gift? Yes. Did that change how he felt about Stephen? Nope. Neil was still left with these stubborn, infuriating feelings that made him want to always be around Stephen. Like there was a noose tied around his chest and it was constantly dragging him around, wherever Stephen went, Neil had to go.

After Stephen stopped mopping, there was a sudden, very vulnerable moment where they both realized how close they were to each other. How lonely they both were, now that Julie had left Stephen again and Neil had ended things off with Knives. They were touch-starved and their knees were pressed together. They were desperate and their eyes betrayed themselves by showing it. Neil had been waiting there patiently, slowly falling in love with Stephen as he chased girls in and out of their apartment. Stephen could feel a pang of guilt suddenly, realizing that they both had these shared, suppressed feelings. Was there anyway he could make this up to Neil? All this pinning, and yearning, and waiting just for the perfect-

“I’m going to kiss you.” Stephen said, or more so, warned, before shoving himself onto Neil, arms wrapping around his neck and lips finding his in a heated kiss. Neil’s back hit the couch cushions softly, his posture crooked as his neck craned to keep in contact with Stephen’s mouth, the one he’d been so desperately waiting to feel.

Stephen practically crushed Neil, chest to chest as he was entrapped between Stephen’s body and the couch. Neil wouldn’t want it any other way.

Stephen’s hands were cupping the sides of Neil’s face, while Neil’s were digging deep into Stephen’s hair, pulling at the slightest when he felt Stephen’s tongue push its way into his mouth. He gasped, eyes opening suddenly and continued kissing, the feeling of Stephen’s tongue in his mouth better than he could have imagined. Neil, in return, pushed his tongue into Stephen’s mouth, and for a few moments, they just desperately clung to each other, mouths opened and eyes shut.

Stephen broke away, peppering small kisses to the nape of Neil’s neck, “I have a better idea for a birthday present. To make up for the one I got you.”

“Yeah? What would that be?” Neil felt himself shiver from the featherlight but pleasurable touches.

The next words made Neil bite his bottom lip to contain a whimper, “I’m going to suck your dick.”

It was a bad idea though. Well, nothing about this was a brilliant idea, but Neil was still a virgin. “Stephen, I haven’t-“

“I have, I can be your first.” Stephen stopped kissing and looked up into Neil’s hungry eyes. “Unless, you want me to stop?”

“No, no, I-“ Neil wanted Stephen to be his first. That’s what he wanted to say. But this wasn’t the time. Not even close. Neil swallowed hard and said, “I’d like that.”

Stephen wolfishly grinned, and continued to kiss Neil’s neck. He started to take patches of skin between his teeth and nip it, or suck down on it. This made Neil either gasp or let out a low whine, no matter how hard he tried to keep his mouth shut. Stephen didn’t seem to mind, though. In fact, it was like encouragement to keep going.

As soon as Stephen’s lips neared his collar, Neil was pulling off his shirt, throwing it onto the TV that was blaring the Wii theme song. Stephen abruptly stood up, and said, “This’d be easier in bed.”

“Yeah.” Neil just agreed, because he had no fucking clue what to do. He stood up and awkwardly shuffled halfway to Stephen’s room like a kid getting grounded by their parents until Stephen just grabbed his wrist and dragged Neil with him to his room, shutting the door behind them.

Neil was almost instantly pushed onto the bed (Stephen was not very gentle), his back flush against the headboard. Stephen was already taking off Neil’s jeans, Neil fumbling to take off Stephen’s shirt at the same time, somehow managing to get both articles of clothing off. Now Stephen kneeled in between Neil’s thighs, sizing him up in his hotdog patterned briefs.

“Okay, so it’s going to feel weird at first, but I promise, if you just let me do my thing, you’ll enjoy it.” Stephen said, thinking really hard about how to do this efficiently.

“Okay.” Neil nodded, watching as Stephen worked his magic. His cool fingers dipped below the waistband of Neil’sbriefs, drawing a stifled sigh from him as Stephen slowly pushed his hand into his boxers, feeling out for his member.

Neil let out a gasp as Stephen grasped the tip of his spent cock, pulling it out of the briefs. He watched, feeling like he was in a fever dream as Stephen fucking Stills lifted the head of Young Neil’s dick into his mouth, and began giving him a blowjob.

Neil felt like his mind was playing tricks on him. He’d already had a handful of bedsheets in a tight grip. His eyes kept wanting to shut, but he forced himself to watch as Stephen slid his mouth up and down his dick. He never wanted to get the image out of his head.

“Jesus, Stephen-“ Neil choked out a moan, his other hand finding its way into Stephen’s hair. Stephen groaned at the tugging of his own hair and took Neil deeper into his mouth, causing Neil to moan again, his head hitting the headboard.

One thing was clear, from this moment: Stephen had sucked dick before.

Stephen dragged his tongue down the underside of his cock and Neil bucked his hips up, a loud whimper-moan coming from the back of his throat. He felt like he was getting close to coming (the only experience he had with that was when he was watching the ‘One of Your Girls’ by Troye Sivan music video), and he pulled Stephen off his dick. Stephen made a disappointed whine and Neil said, “I’m going to, uh, come.”

“Okay.” Stephen said, seeming not to care as he slowly lowered his head.

“You’re going to keep going?” Neil looked very surprised.

“Yeah, unless you have any…objections?” Stephen asked, looking awkward. Had Neil made this awkward?

“No, I just kinda thought-“ Neil shook his head and said, “Never mind. Just go back to giving me a blowjob.”

Stephen tried to make a smile as he said, “Needy.”

Neil would shoot back but Stephen’s already got his dick down his throat and all Neil can think of is: I should complain about things more often.

His hand dives back into his hair, occasionally pulling just to feel Stephen moan around his dick. The heat and tension and everything built up in his body, and, letting out one last gasp, he came.

The rush of pleasure released in him as Stephen swallowed hard and pulled off. Neil felt that euphoric relief for a moment longer before he snapped ‘awake’.

“Wow.” Neil said, not knowing what else to say. ‘Stephen Stills sucked my dick.’ He should get a shirt that said that.

“Yeah.” Stephen nodded, wiping the corner of his mouth.

“We should do that more often.” Neil blurted out, realizing how stupid it sounded but also not knowing what to do. He had just had some version of sex!

Stephen gave him a tiny grin, the kind reserved just for Neil, and replied, “We should.”