The sun is barely over the horizon when Peter gets up, but he likes it that way. There’s an ache, as always, when he pulls himself out of the warm bed while his partners are still sleeping, but it fades—mostly—by the time he pads barefoot down to the kitchen. The dawning sun is visible through the giant bay window that surrounds the breakfast nook. It sheds just enough light for him to see by.
Stiles thinks that being the only bottom in a threesome is kind of like playing flappy bird: It’s a little scary at first, but once you take that first pipe, it’s good.
Stiles walks in on Derek and Braeden making out, but it isn’t as bad as it seems.
M/M/M. The worst thing that could possibly happen to Sydney does – he’s bonded.
Felicity keeps an eye on the rumor mill at Queen Consolidated.
M/M. Paul can’t seem to stop thinking about the demon his superiors keep trapped in the ballroom.
M/M, M/M/F. Paul finds a black dog in the woods. It stays longer than he expects.
Matthew’s used to not getting what he wants, so he’s taken by surprise when he gets more than he ever wanted.
The mirror arrived five days after Juliette left.
An invitation to dinner turns into something more.