Johnny Topside: asksassysinclair: officer-topside: …Of course I’m going, it’s my... -
’S a lot kindah than Ah was ta my boss.
*trembles at the memories*
(Source: marcussinclair)
*tries to play it cool, sticking his head out of the bathroom door and hiding his nude physique* Excuse me?
Oh hush up, Ah’ve seen your wife an’ you can’t tell me ya don’ like her big perky double d’s.
*looks at his feet* Point taken.
(Source: marcussinclair)
*kisses him* I meant what I said…you will be my spouse. *grabs a towel and gets to work* By the way, you taste delicious right about now *once he’s done, he does his best to not to make Marcus uncomfortable and heads straight into the shower*
*Does his best not to eye Johnny’s junk as he walks by* …That explains a lot.
(Source: marcussinclair, via officer-topside)
Fetus Jesus: officer-topside: *stands up and pulls his lover’s chair out* I’ll make... -
*laughs, never having experienced that being an only child* I meant you Augustus! *to the younger Sinclair* You let me know what you want to eat, ok?
Anything you make would be appreciated, thank you *goes to give them some alone time*
(Source: marcussinclair)
Fetus Jesus: officer-topside: *stands up and pulls his lover’s chair out* I’ll make... -
Breakfast will be ready in a bit, jus’ go wait in the livin’ room Marcus. We jus’ got engaged, we need a lil time alone
*shakes his head* Good morning *heads for the living room*
(Source: marcussinclair)
Fetus Jesus: officer-topside: *stands up and pulls his lover’s chair out* I’ll make... -
*Chuckles at the grope* John, what if Marcus sees?
*Standing right there* …
(Source: marcussinclair)
Fetus Jesus: officer-topside: *stands up and pulls his lover’s chair out* I’ll make... -
The correct answer to that is keeping your brother company…*picks and clean up* now if you excuse me *flops on couch* I am tired, g’night! *falls asleep from mental exhaustion*
*Causally sleeps in his big brother’s bed along with him, which results in both boys screaming out their night terrors until they both wake and the older holds the younger in his arms like he did when they were children, singing lullaby’s till they both fall asleep again*
(Source: marcussinclair)
Fetus Jesus: officer-topside: *stands up and pulls his lover’s chair out* I’ll make... -
It was nothing, you are Gus’ brother …smells heavenly *takes a bite and enjoys it* Tastes just as great. Thank you.
*Silent as ever, not really sure how to handle praise*
(Source: marcussinclair)
Fetus Jesus: officer-topside: *stands up and pulls his lover’s chair out* I’ll make... -
No we mustn’t *heads to the dinning room, holding onto Johnny’s hand tight, refusing to break the contact as he sits down at the table* Thank you Marcus, you alright?
*Nods* Thanks to John I am.
(Source: marcussinclair)
Fetus Jesus: officer-topside: *stands up and pulls his lover’s chair out* I’ll make... -
*grunts and hisses as the cream takes instant effect on him* Ow, shit Augustus, that fucking hurts!
And nursin’ a burn for weeks wouldn’t? Darlin’ Ah worry about you *wraps the gauze around the tender skin and gives it a light kiss*
Supper is ready
(Source: marcussinclair)