Drugs, Sex, and Money (boyxboy)

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"Just help me out."
"Mack, we've been at it for an hour. I don't have any more." Harley replied.
"Come on, man. I have to get this right."

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Mackenzy Watts.
Age: 26
Height: 6'4"
Hair color: Brown
Build: Large. He'd been playing football since he was young and even though he no longer plays, he can't stop the habit of working out like the star quarterback he used to be. He looks a lot more intimidating than he actually is.
Eye color: brown
Personality: Workaholic. Introverted and it's a large chance that he won't ever speak to you unless you speak to him first. Even then he does not want to answer but will if he must. Has a stuttering problem with new people from severe anxiety. Has a tendency to be a bit clumsy. Started introducing himself as Mack his freshman year of high school because he was tired of people teasing him for his name. Very few know its entirety.
Favorite things: football, good food, working out, smiles, warm weather, compression shirts
Type: men with confidence, pretty smiles, humor, pretty skin, clean, good style, not lazy

***

"There haven't been any problems. I'm all out of possible interview questions. I think you're just worrying too much. I've asked you everything I could think of." Harley responded.

Mack sighed and slumped onto the couch.

"I don't get why you're so worried. You weren't even fired from your last job. They were tearing down that location and you just couldn't afford to move. I'm sure your boss would be more than happy to be a recommendation."
"I know, but...it's been a while since I've had to start over. I gotta meet new people now, get comfortable in a new environment, and I'm pretty sure the commute is like twenty minutes."

Harley put down his flash cards and straddled Mack's lap as he looked at him and wrapped his arms around Mack's neck.
"I'm sure you'll be fine." he told him.

"Harley, we can't keep doing this..."
"Why can't we?" Harley asked and kissed down Mack's neck.
"You have a boyfriend for one..." he stated but he never stopped him.
Harley looked at him. "He doesn't fuck me like you do."

Mack's eyes travelled to Harley's lips before he pulled his face in. They kissed hungrily as Mack laid him down onto the couch.

The two had never actually been in a relationship together. It was one drunken night that turned into an entire 'friends with benefits' situation when they realized they'd enjoyed it. Mack knew it was wrong but he couldn't stop himself. Harley was pretty and had soft skin, he was there to take his mind off of things if he became stressed. He also previously had a crush on Harley so obviously he wouldn't be against it. This had been going on for a month now and each time Mack swears it's the last until Harley shows up to his apartment just because he wants to 'talk'.

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Dominic scooped up a small bit on his tiny spatula then held it to his nose. He closed one nostril and sniffed.
He wiped his nose before throwing his head back onto the couch and letting the feelings flow through him.

"Faster." he commanded at the boy toy whose face laid in his lap.

***

Dominic Miller.
Age: 28
Height: 6'1"
Hair color: Black
Build: He's toned by luck because he's definitely never attended a gym. He had the outline of abs and pecs of a rather nice size.
Eye color: Green
Personality: Drug addict. Hates any and everyone for the most part. If he isn't worried about drugs then he's worried about sex. Smiling is a glitch in his wiring. He'll do it, but it'll be rare and don't expect to see it a second time soon. He has anger management issues and is a bit paranoid. He assumes everyone is out to cause him pain. He thinks he's a worse person than he actually is. Doesn't do relationships.
Favorite things: Sex. Drugs. Money. More sex. More drugs. More money. Alcohol. He also enjoys coffee.
Type: Men who don't talk a lot and stay to themselves (because of previous experiences). Work ethic. Good at sex. Not clingy because he claims he doesn't become attached.