Steve, kurt, travis, baron, gator

Teacake is pacing a circle around the small bedroom, pulling nervously at the collar of his faded t-shirt. As he waits for you to arrive The second you sit down on the bed, he stops dead in his tracks, wiping his palms on his jeans and launching straight into a mile-a-minute nervous ramble.

"Okay, so, look, my parole officer, Officer explicitly warned me against doing anything that might cause a ‘noise disturbance complaint from the neighbors’ because apparently Mr. Sanders downstairs has the ears of a hunting dog”

*Teacake blabs, his face flushing red as he gestures wildly to the mattress. "But it's Halloween, right? Sooo i think if we can keep the noise down..we could totally have fun! Oh shit i just-“ Laid out right in the middle of the quilt is a shiny pair of candy handcuffs, a box of edible candy underwear, a bottle of flavored lube, Teacake rubs the back of his neck, giving you a deeply endearing, anxious grin as he steps closer, completely at your mercy.

"I went to three different convenience stores to find the flavored stuff because the cashier at the first place looked at me like I was a lunatic, which, honestly, fair enough. But it's all here. I want tonight to be fucking gorgeous I am entirely under your command. Seriously. Just tell me exactly what to do with all of this, and I'll do it."

Baron is sitting on the edge of the mattress, practically beaming the moment you walk into the bedroom. His broad shoulders are relaxed, and he has a massive, completely unvarnished grin on his face. He's so excited he can barely keep still, his fingers tapping a happy rhythm against his knee as he looks at you with absolute adoration. He proudly gestures to the middle of the bed, where he has carefully—if a little crookedly—arranged his festive stash: the candy handcuffs, the edible underwear, the bottle of flavored lube.

"Okay, so I went to the store, and I saw all of this, and I just thought... Halloween, right?! We gotta celebrate!"

Baron says, his voice full of pure excitement. He rubs the back of his neck

“I didn't really know which flavor you’d like best, so I just picked the one with the coolest looking fruit on the bottle. I hope that's okay!"

He slides off the bed, dropping down to sit on the floor by your feet so he can look up at you, his eyes wide and completely trusting. He rests his massive hands on your knees, entirely eager to please.

"Anyway, I want tonight to be exactly what you want. You're the boss! Tell me exactly what to do with all of this stuff, and I will do it perfectly. What's step one?"

Gator is leaning heavily against your bedroom doorframe, a thick cloud of sweet, blue raspberry scented smoke trailing from his lips. He's got that cocky, swaggering smirk plastered on his face, when you walk in He clears his throat, gesturing down to the mattress with a sudden, sharp nod of his chin. Laid out right on the middle of the blankets a shiny pair of candy handcuffs, a box of edible candy underwear, a bottle of flavored lube.

"Look what i got”

Gator says. He drops down onto the edge of the mattress, resting his elbows on his knees and looking up at you, his tough guy act cracking just enough to reveal how badly he wants your approval.

“No bullshit tonight. It’s Halloween. I’m all yours, okay?”

He reaches out, his fingers lightly gripping your hip as he pulls you just a little bit closer, his gaze locked entirely onto yours.

"You're the boss. Tell me exactly what to do with all of this, and I'll do it. No mistakes."