There is a large glass tank on top of possibly too small a table by the bed, and as you both tumble into the bedroom, Lucien peels away for a moment to gaze into it. Apart from the cat that greeted you at the door to the flat, he doesn't especially seem like a pet kind of person: The cat clearly didn't consider itself a pet, and nor did his human ( Read more... )

It's unavoidable. A day off from work when he has nothing else planned for the day, and the damn sun is shining. Where are the Spring showers when he needs an excuse to put off mowing the lawn for another week? The grass is long and lush, and probably making his neighbors click their tongues behind their teeth when they pass by. So, he's out on the ( Read more... )

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Lucien had been nervous since the moment he woke up, probably even before then - his sleep was restless and disturbed. Multiple times over the course of the day he'd thought about canceling. It was a bad idea. It wasn't good for his health, for his friendship, for his family. It wasn't good for Ashley either, he would be splitting everything he ( Read more... )

There had been occasions in his life when Lucien had used the "walking a cute dog in the park" method of picking up guys. It worked pretty well, but had the side effect of also attracting girls in a 50/50 split. On the other hand, taking a baby out in the park and looking like a DILF; he was pretty sure that would lean heavily in the favour of ( Read more... )

It might look like he's playing with a crystal ball, but it is in fact a very large snow globe. He's completely zoned out as he holds it in front of himself and watches the pale flakes swirl and land on the pair of white stags inside the dome. There's an innocent smile laying easy around his lips as he turns it over to set the snowstorm off again. ( Read more... )

Why is it that the only time you get a truly Not Safe For Work sext is when you're at work ( Read more... )

To say that it's not been a good weekend would be an understatement. 'Not good' has been Lucien's norm for too long now, and small moments of light and relaxation have become like manna from heaven to him. This weekend was not manna. It was stressful and filled with stupid worries and an exploded phone. So that's two phones in as many months ( Read more... )

He's fingering a fabric with a dreamy look on his face. He knows that he likes it for all the wrong reasons.

"Would it be to much like a big glowing neon sign if I made some cushions from this?"

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He washed his hands in the sink, quiet for a moment. Then flicking them dry, he drew breath and tilted his head to the side.

"So, do I need to ask about the smell out there?" Not quite a pokerface, his mouth is twisted in amusement.

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