LINK: Flynn had honed his skills of hiding just how much it terrified him these days to wake up with something as simple as a minor cold, never sure if it was a sign that clock was ticking all over again.

[CONTAINS ADULT CONTENT]

Flynn had been worrying that he had maybe lost his touch as an escort. The money was awesome and he still had a little black book full of regular clients with regular bookings. Getting work was never going to be the issue for him, but faceless fuck after faceless fuck had him viewing each job like a conveyor belt of tits and ass that he serviced over and over and over again. This time of year, his schedule doubled with his clients wanting him for Christmas parties and corporate holiday celebrations. It was surreal to think that it was a year ago almost to the day that Harri hired him, and she met her billionaire business man, who turned out to be undercover FBI or some shit, and now she was practically married to the bloke with a new kid to show for it. Had it really just been one fucking year?

( So much had happened that Flynn almost couldn't keep up... )


Word Count | 2,513

LINK: Becoming a porn star was looking better every day.

"That old saying, how you always hurt the one you love, well, it works both ways."

LINK: Two weeks and counting with no news or no sign of return, leaving the unspoken question of whether he even wanted to come home at all.

15.10. Touch My Body - Mariah Carey
Touch my body
Put me on the floor
Wrestle me around
Play with me some more
Touch my body
Throw me on the bed
I just wanna make you feel
Like you never did.
Touch my body
Let me wrap my thighs
All around your waist
Just a little taste
Touch my body

Co-written with doesntwaltz
[Follows THIS]

A hotel. Always usually the best option for jobs. The only thing was, Flynn wasn't exactly sure if this was meant to be a job or a favour. Different circumstances, entirely. A favour meant his standard working rules rules probably wouldn't apply, though he would insist on enforcing them if the chick was a horse's ass. According to Tab, she was hot, though. Still, Tab was married and Flynn couldn't bank on her deduction powers being as reliable anymore. For obvious reasons, he wasn't much of a fan of marriage, even if he didn't begrudge others indulging in it.

( He was dressed in tight black leather pants and a form-hugging white shirt with a few of the top buttons undone. He liked the jobs that meant he didn't need to get dolled up in a bloody suit... )


Word Count | 2,266

13.5.3. Seek medical advice

Co-written with doctortara

[Follows THIS and set a couple of weeks after THIS]

Flynn smiled as the Campbell bundle of joy was gently placed into his arms. Before Tara backed away, she made sure the baby blankets were all neat and the little blue hat with bear ears was sitting straight on her son’s tiny blond head. He smelled of baby powder and vanilla and Flynn felt a pang of what was probably regret in his chest. “He’s a gorgeous little guy, Tara. You must be bursting with pride,” he noted and then looked up at her wryly. “And don’t worry about walking on eggshells here. I’m aware Maddy and Remy asked you to talk to me. I’m not pissed off. I know I’ve hardly been easy to deal with lately.”

( Tara sat down on the sofa beside him, folding Riley’s baby bib from his recent feed over in her lap... )

All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe


Word Count | 1,065

33.1. Rest

[Follows THIS, THIS and THIS]

Flynn rubbed his fingers across his forehead with a slight shake of his head. “You’re fucking kidding me, right?” He sighed and leaned forward to put his head in his hands. “Fucking hell.”

( “It will clear right up with some strong antibiotics,” the doctor explained, annotating his script pad with the medication Flynn would need... )


Word Count | 453

9.8. "You snobs! You stupid... stuck-up... half-witted... upper-class piles of... pus!"
| Fawlty Towers

Flynn scooped up a handful of water from the tap and splashed it onto his face. The excess spilled down his wrists and bare chest as he looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. It was nearly three in the morning and he had only just made it home from being on the job. Driving was a slow process after you’ve been attacked. He looked down at the bleeding scratches across his chest and over his shoulders. He knew his back was in much the same condition. Workplace hazards and all that. He always knew deep down what he risked in a job like his, but he had been lucky – until now – to have clients who respected him.

She had been new. He hadn’t ever been booked by her before. She was a rich bitch and Flynn knew she had an attitude from the get-go. She paid for him so she could do or say whatever the fuck she pleased on her clock. So she thought, anyway. Flynn always had a policy that if he was treated rough, he would walk away. In fact, they signed a contract upon making an appointment to agree to this. The bitch had signed, but she clearly had a different notion of what her money paid for than what Flynn was offering.

( First, she wanted to kiss him on the mouth. He didn’t kiss clients on the mouth. Never had, and never would... )

Madison James [canmakeufeel] referenced with permission


Word Count | 665