The mafia men need a place to blow off steam. And it's not the kind of place you might imagine. It's not a bar. It's not a brothel. It's not a gym.
It's a website where they get to read anonymous fanfics about their co workers and bosses fucking ea...
After months of trying to get the admin's attention, Tem finally received an invite to become an author. Which was awesome. He couldn't write stories for shit, but he'd started liking pictures really quickly. Faceless, insinuating, provocative pictures that needed memes and short captions to tell whole stories. It was simple, really. He'd been working on a lot of them since he got the idea and now, with this invite, he was going to start uploading them.
Whenever he next visited either of the mansions.
There was a knock at his door. School was on a break but he was living off-campus anyway so he didn't have to go home. Without a roommate, he usually wore nothing. It took him a few seconds to pull on a pair of boxers and t-shirt before opening the door.
There was a man outside with a large, square box in his hand. It was wrapped in a cream and maroon satin with a dark purple bow on it.
"Are you Temtran Piangvanic?"
"Yes."
He was handed the box. "This is for you."
Tem brought the box in as he closed the door with the back of his leg. Clearing the pile of clothes from his bed, he dropped the box and opened it as the room was suddenly filled with the aroma of juicy, hot pastries. Inside the box were wraps of meat pies, samosas*, small buns and even some cupcakes. While that was epically normal, what was weird was that they were all shaped like penises and pecks and lips. There were even a bunch of meatballs that came in small sacs of twos.
"What the fuck?" Tem asked the box as he picked up the card in the corner. ""Keep your Friday free,"" he read from the card. ""If you want to have a good time.""
Tem frowned when he read Tankhun's name at the bottom of the card.
He was tempted to pick up the phone and call, but Tankhun still wasn't answering his calls. He wondered if this had been sent in error. After all, Tankhun was still not speaking to Tem. He'd found out about Tem and Time and Tem couldn't blame him. If he was in Tankhun's shoes, he'd be running in the opposite direction.
But he'd sent Tem an invite. That had to count for something. He wanted Tem at the party. And given that Tankhun wasn't interacting with him in any other way, Tem knew he'd have to go. He'd have to see Tankhun. If not for anything, to at least explain that things were completely over with Time.
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A/N: For anyone interested in the sex party details, I just started a new fic that will have ten chapters of ghost ships and silliness. It's titled: Strange Bedfellows.
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