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My friend theun4givables wrote more crossover Clffton/Tomorrow Trilogy smut!

Title: Drink to Forget
Word Count: 4202
Rating: NC-17 for buttsecks... this one is pretty clean compared to her others, ha.
Original/Fandom: Original (Cliffton) and Tomorrow Trilogy (which is her universe)
Pairings (if any): Devin/Jazz
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/Underage): drunk!sex (they're lightweights) and public!sex
Summary: Two guys walk into a bar...


After leaving Patchy’s I need a fucking drink. A lot of them. More than a lot of them. I want more than anything to drown myself in alcohol. Deep down, I know it won’t help -- that it’ll probably just make things worse but at this point time, I don’t exactly give a shit.

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theun4givables wrote like 8k words of amazing smut that has made my entire week.

READ IT YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO BUT ONLY IF BEAUTIFUL MAN SEX DOES NOT OFFEND YOU BUT OMG SO AWESOME <3

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Title: Say Please
Rating: NC-17 for graphic consensual m/m sex and mild kink
Pairings: Savin/Devin, implied Wes/Devin and implied Savin/Ravi
Universe: Savin and Ravi are the author's original characters from the Tomorrow Trilogy. Wes and Devin are from my Cliffton universe, although this story is an AU one for them.



Devin scowled, rubbing his temples as he and Wes stepped off of their flight from the colonies to the Capital City. “It’s way too fucking early for this,” he grumbled. Wes laughed at him, striking him on the shoulder.

“Cheer up, will ya? We’re on vacation!” Wes bounded off the ship ahead of him, staring out at the vast skyline of the city. “Have you ever seen shit like this? It’s amazing!”

“Get me some fucking coffee and I might be inclined to agree.” Though Wes’s giant grin, he had to admit, was almost infectious. As he slogged his way through the crowd in order to keep with Wes, he hoped that this would at least be an amusing vacation.

Before he knew it, Wes made his way back to him, coffee in hand. Devin grunted to him as he took it, knowing that Wes knew he meant thank you. Wes wrapped an arm around his shoulders, nearly knocking the coffee out of his hands as he did so. “When we get to the hotel, want to play some SImFighting?” he asked, his mood impervious to Devin’s death glare.

“Only if you want me to kick your ass at it.”

“You’re on!"

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