Jeff Carter blows Mike Richards, because what reaction would he have to Richie's Gordie Howe except "do me on it"?
Eddie has a horny alien living in his head and a functional dick, and the combination almost immediately becomes a problem.
Sui Zhou has been working surveillance on the case for three days when Tang Fan knocks on his passenger’s side window.
Because the second that Killmonger touches him, the second that his hands are on T’Challa’s bare skin, wrapped around his throat–T’Challa can feel him, every inch of him, Killmonger’s rapid heartbeat, his too-quick breathing, the adrenaline coursing through his body, the fear and rage and confusion, all of it running through T’Challa’s mind like a spark of fire along dry grass.
“No, no, no,” and T’Challa thinks it’s his own voice speaking until he feels the puffs of air against his fac…
Because the second that Killmonger touches him, the second that his hands are on T’Challa’s bare skin, wrapped around his throat–T’Challa can feel him, every inch of him, Killmonger’s rapid heartbeat, his too-quick breathing, the adrenaline coursing through his body, the fear and rage and confusion, all of it running through T’Challa’s mind like a spark of fire along dry grass.
“No, no, no,” and T’Challa thinks it’s his own voice speaking until he feels the puffs of air against his face, until he realizes that it’s Erik speaking, his own face inches away from T’Challa’s as he says, “Not you, not you.”
Brent doesn't understand why his linemate and roommate is being so weird about his Olympic fling with Johnny Weir.
Lunch, a mysterious fruit, revelations, and sex. In that order.
Hickey has come to occupy a place of some importance in Crozier's confidences.
Lil Murda considers Teak's question; who is Clifford to him?