Dayne Mora

David's observations about losing focus are warped. It's strange that he's meditating on everything BUT his feelings Twoey and his sexuality. It's like he's running away. No, he IS running away. And much like his historic examples, he's going to fail so hard. I hope he gets his shit together soon. And, Chuck and Matty. Matty was really sweet. Hopefully, Eric doesn't get to him.

Chapter 15 – Bring Home Bae It took all of five minutes from the time Cory and I got there to realize that we were home alone. It took less than one to get Cory under me on the couch, and even less than that to get him hard and panting. My hips rolled into him, grinding my cock against his. His arms and legs pulled me closer, bearing my weight into the couch beneath him. I roughly shoved my tongue as far into his mouth as it would go, a pretty decent imitation of what my dick was going to

They are so sweet together!

Today was my first day wearing the Fitbit. For some reason, I see myself having this discussion somewhere down the line. Fitbit: Dude, Dayne. How are you still gaining weight? Me: I dunno. Fitbit: I mean, you've been doing so well lately. Been meeting your daily step goals, staying on the right side of your calories in/calories out, and getting plenty of sleep. Me: Yeah... Fitbit: ...but you're still a fatass. Me: **frowns** Fitbit: Seriously, what the fuck have you been doing? Me: Uhm.... Fitbit: Like on this day... Me: Oh yeah, Monday. Fitbit: Yeah...Monday... See? You were totally under your calorie allotment. Me: Looks that way. Fitbit: But you still gained. Me: I, uh, kinda forgot to log some of dinner. Fitbit: What part of dinner? Me: All of it. Fitbit: Do I even want to know what you ate? Me: I just had pizza. Fitbit: How much? Me: **awkward pause** Fitbit: How much, Dayne? Me: Half a pie. Fitbit: Fucking hell! Is that all? Me: No, I also **mumbles** Fitbit: Come again? Me: I may or may not have had a fuckton of chocolate. Fitbit: What the fuck?! **sigh** At least you met your step goal for the day. Me: About that... Fitbit: Oh for fuck's sake! Me: What?! Fitbit: You didn't seriously do the wank cheat again? Me: .....maybe Fitbit: I thought we talked about this. Me: We did? Fitbit: I'm fucking serious this time, Dayne. You can NOT wank yourself thin. Me: But, I wasn't wanking. It's called a bi-cep curl... Fitbit: ...that looks an awful lot like wanking. Me: Would it be better if I got a Shake Weight? Fitbit: Oh my fucking God. Why do I even bother? ~End Scene~

I love Lane to pieces! I think he and Casey will both benefit as siblings. It's a little self-centered, I know, but I'm glad Casey met teachers who could be potential allies. I totally did not like the teachers at his old school at all.

Hm...unless I misread, Jett has been intimate with another person, so he can't be inner circle. And since Jett is not inner circle material, Alistair is not a meta. I mean, he's definitely got beta written all over him, just not at the same level that Colt is at. And since Jett is the one picking up his scents, Alistair is his mate and no one else's. Or, am I totally off base?

Poor poor David. Tommy's mother and PF (wait, does this make Tommy's mother a pig?) are a match made in OMFGMYEYESMYEYESOHTHEHUMANITYWHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?????!!!!! We're talking about little Chuck in Matty's deadly clutches, but wouldn't it beat all if Chuck wore him out and ruined him for other guys? And, now it's time for the "Dayne's Really Reading Way Too Much Into This" show: So, something I've been wondering...what if Jeter and Putin really were advising David, rather than being projections of his subconscious. Like out in the world, there is a former KGB operative with a penchant for going shirtless whilst riding horses who is personally giving advice to some American kid about his adulterous mother. 'Cause that would be funny. "Hold off on the Ukraine, I have to help this so-not-gay kid blackmail his mother and pastor."

Okay, I'm not the only one who thought there might be something going on between Tommy's mother and PF. He was trying to calm her down, so wouldn't be that much of a stretch for him to do so with his mouth. Plus there was a few moments of alarm after his initial confusion. Perhaps he saw more of Tommy's mother and PF than he wanted to. I wonder who he would have taken the evidence to first. Hopefully, he's safe. I mean, he was able to send off two text messages before going off the radar. I do not like this cliffy. Not. At. All. Also, I wonder how long Matty will wait before he tries showing Chuck the spot under the bleachers. Wait! Doesn't David turn off his phone when he's meditating? Maybe he's asking Putin who best to turn this new information over to.

AJ Recommended you, and I totally trust his tastes. First chapter and I'm hella friggin' excited!

Preston would rather that we stop looking there, but we know he's not perfect.

Now imagine Indie's face everytime he goes to sit on one of his couches and remembers what happened on them. I think it's pretty similar to the one he wears when he remembers what happened under his dining room table! Probably best that he doesn't know what happened on it, or on the floor, or on his bar stools, or on.........

Alright. You got my attention.

I was fucking in love with this story when I first read it, and I love it even more now. Mike is a total sweetheart, and we've all been in his shoes. Love sucks when it falls out and you suddenly have to re-calibrate everything to account for that emptiness. But, I think Mike will have the HEA he deserves in due time.

Glad to return the favor!

Hm. Laurel did invite Efrain to live with them so he'd erase Jameson from the house. If that means personally re-christening each room with baby-gravy, then so be it. I mean, that's just what roommates do, man! He's like being a total bro and stuff. Also, it could be worse and I'll spare you what I had originally planned for Cory, Efrain, Indie, and the living room. Although, I see the potential for another alt chapter

Ya know. I think I like the idea of the barely-legal fuck-a-thon pushing the limits of Indie's recent personality adjustment. I'm sure we've all had that one TA/professor/teacher (I've uhm kinda sorta a little maybe, but just that one time been that teacher >.>), so empathy and all those feels. But don't worry, Indie was still being an ass Besides, it just wouldn't feel right if all it took to melt SouthPole was a couple go-rounds with a vocal power bottom. Ya know, like BEHOLD THE POWER OF DAT ASS!! Preston is good, but not THAT good (just don't tell Mr. Diva McBitePillow I said that).

Coming out - we're going to have ever so much fun with that one. bwahahahaha

Preston's poor pillows. He might end up ripping holes in 'em.

Preston has always been vain, we've just never been allowed to see under that. I guess the same can be said for Indie. It's weird, but there are things I meant to do with their characters, but when it got down to it, something else emerged. Next chapter? Oh boy. Am I still allowed to blame delays on other members?

I really have to fight the urge to rake Jameson over the coals. But, we still got some drama to work through before there can be happy endings all around. For some reason, all my guys are quick to jump in bed, but slow to work on love. Not like I have any personal experience with this, mind you...

I wonder if David is casually kissing others in order to convince himself that kissing Twoey is completely innocent. If so, I think Chuck would gladly volunteer as tribute to help him keep up the lie. It's interesting that Matty is showing an interest in Chuck, seeing as how David has had fantasies about both of them. I'm still think it's either masturbation telepathy or David's telepathic projection of his repressed sexual desire. Or, it could be that Matty has impeccable gaydar. Perhaps he also has esp - like claircognizance that manifests as an infallible ability to identify other gay guys.

Chapter 14 – In Soviet Russia, Iceman Thaws You I folded my arms over my chest and looked down at the mound of blankets and cushions at my feet – two heads, one dark brunette and the other fair blond, just barely poking out were the only sign that said mound also contained my roommate and his boyfriend. Two of everything had been scattered about – two pairs of jeans, two t-shirts, two pairs of socks, and, unfortunately, two pairs of underwear. Those fuckers were sleeping completely fucking

Sooooooo.....since telepathy exists in David's world, is it possible that Sam is an empath?

Okay. We know that David has telepathic abilities, and has been able to communicate with an unconscious Twoey during meditation. Could it be possible for him to have like masturbation telepathy? I mean, fantasies are meditative, and if Chuck and Matty just happened to be "meditating" at the same time, could that explain why they've been able to invade David's shower time? Also, just how many gaydars does he have to ping on before he finally figures it out himself? AND, there either must be something in the water for that many gay/bi/fluid characters to exist in one place at the same time. Maybe David's telepathy is causing his unfulfilled and unrecognized sexual desires to be projecting onto the guys around him. I mean, even Tommy is being affected! Oh man, that would mean, it's David who is intruding on Chuck and Matty during their uhm "meditation"! #gayilluminati

That was one of my favorite scenes to write.