4 Works in Whatever - S. J. Goslee
Mike has the heart of a predator. He has claws, and teeth like a shark, and slick, sticky toxic skin that fades from white to the color of swamp water at his wrists.
Wallace says, “Wow,” when Mike swims ten fins beyond the shoreline. “Wow, I kind of thought you were a mass hallucination.” Wallace’s mid-legs are covered in water, rolling waves lapping at the knobby parts.
Mike says, “Are you going to swim out to me?” and Wallace laughs and says, “Fuck no.”
Wallace grins at him and says, “Are you going to drown me again?”
Mike sacrifices everything he knows for the man he loves.
Mike Tate has his life all figured out. It's fucked, but functional. He's got his mom, he's got Rosie, he's got Lisa and the Cheerleaders, and his crappy garage band. And he's got Rook Wallace, his enemy-turned-love-interested.
And then Wallace's little brother has to fuck everything up.
Fandoms: Whatever- SJ Goslee
21 Apr 2017
Cam watches Mike’s mouth in such an obvious way, Mike chokes a little bit on the smoke and coughs, “You should try it with me.”
There’s no easing into the suggestion, nothing to prepare Mike for his best friend telling him he should try his sexual exploration out on him. “Excuse me?” He wheezes and Cam shrugs like it’s an obvious solution.
Fandoms: Original Work, Whatever - S. J. Goslee
11 Apr 2017
There are speeches, and Mike stares dumbly up at Wallace, fingers clenched around his glass stem, because Wallace is beautiful. Wallace has aged like a champ. Wallace has premature flecks of gray at his temples and his eyes crinkle up when he smiles. He’s wearing a waistcoat and a watch fob and he should’ve looked like a complete tool, but Mike just wants to dig his fingers up under it and press his mouth along his jaw. He’s so screwed.
Serge Wallace gets married, and Rook Wallace is the goddamn love of Mike’s life.