Sid is smitten. He was smitten from the start, he thinks. The first time he saw Zhenya's dark eyes and hair and smooth skin. The way his cheeks flush the same color as his mouth with exertion, or passion. Sid knows that people make comments about his own mouth, the way it would be more suited on a childbearing male, but he thinks that they can’t possibly have seen Zhenya's. The perfect, sweet cupid's bow of his upper lip and the plush, fat pout of the bottom one.

Jordan’s always been kind of jealous of people with dynamics, like Taylor.

Brady only realizes how sore he is when Kevin slaps his chest, both of them coming off the ice after practice.

c: i agree, the natural progression of auston getting injured is for him to start lactating and get milked by matt martin in a car park (“Oh, kid. You have no idea what you’re doing, do you?”)

“God! Fine. I’m out of eggs, dude.” Cale feels a blush rising to his cheeks and knows there’s no way it isn’t staining his face bright red now. But he soldiers on anyway, giving Nate as unimpressed of a look as he possibly can. “Okay, so? Go to a grocery store or something. Don’t bother me about it at 6am.” Nate scrunches his nose, eyes briefly flicking down and up and Cale shudders, minutely. Nate seems to pick up on it, based on the way Nate smiles a little. Smirks. “Yeah, but yours are always the freshest.”

If someone had asked him a day ago what he thought it would be like to be held prisoner by a dragon, Sid never would have guessed it would be this boring.