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  <pubDate>Sat, 12 Apr 2008 06:13:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Ryder + Cole!</title>
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  <description>Cole was in busy mode now that his student had returned from Spring Break. There was a lot of material that had to be covered in the month and few weeks that was left during the school year. Still, he wasn&apos;t too busy not to entertain his loneliness since Ryder had gone. He chose to study abroad during his first semester of the New Year. And despite knowing he&apos;d miss the younger man terribly, Cole encouraged the opportunity. They made love several times the night before his flight, hoping that the memories of what they&apos;d done would last the months he&apos;d be away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole distracted his loneliness by spending time with Aryk--when he wasn&apos;t away at Aubrey&apos;s--and driving up to see Lawson, their sister. On those visits, he was often graced by Lundy making an appearance, and a little bit of flirting taking place. A lot of flirting. A heavy amount of smirking-laughing-winking-lip biting flirting. And it even progressed to Cole taking her out for a few drinks and kissing her on her doorstep. It took a lot of restraint, but Cole didn&apos;t accept her invitation to come inside. He knew he wouldn&apos;t have been able to hold himself back and things might have progressed to the point of no return. He gracefully bowed out and told her he had to head back home to grade papers. Even though the evening was fairly innocent, the drive back to Coldwater Flats was long and full of thoughts. From confusion to guilty to no remorse at all. When Cole finally arrived home, he took a hot shower. With both hands on the wall, he stood under the shower head, just to let all the days thoughts float down the drain.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2008 03:20:53 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Mason and Milo</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;masterpiece milo:&lt;/b&gt; Milo made a trip to the grocery store to pick up a few items for dinner. He ran past Mason&apos;s apartment in an effort to spend some quality time with him. His conversation with Nikki in the shower was a bit of an eye opener, so he wanted to get to the bottom of Mason&apos;s feelings and see if there was a chance they could rekindle things. With a bag in hand, he knocked on the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;writing mason: &lt;/b&gt;Mason&apos;s apartment was more like a townhouse, built in a very nice part of town in a square with a garden.  He hadn&apos;t seen the need for a house since it was just himself and Delilah living there, so he&apos;d just settled on a very nice townhouse apartment.  He had just gotten out of the shower and had on only a pair of black slacks and nothing else, even his feet were bare, and his hair was still damp when he was heading fot the kitchen.  He heard the knock, so he went for the door instead, along with Delilah and he pulled it open.  When he saw Milo he smiled some, &quot;Hey Angelo,&quot; he cooed, leaning against the door frame.  Angelo had been his nickname for Milo for years, it was a shortened version of Michelangelo and Mason had taken to calling Milo Angelo almost from the moment they met.  He leaned forward and eyeballed the bag before he looked back up at Milo&apos;s face.  &quot;You always bring me food.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;masterpiece milo:&lt;/b&gt; Milo blushed a little, seeing Mason all wet and half naked and leaning against the doorframe. &quot;Hey, Mase.&quot; He pulled the bag back to prevent Mason from looking through it. &quot;I&apos;m guessing by that look, you haven&apos;t eaten yet.&quot; He brushed past Mason, giving Delilah a little love before entering the kitchen. &quot;Figured I&apos;d cook tonight. That cool?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;writing mason: Mason let him in and then he shut the door before he trailed along after him, heading for the kitchen.  &quot;I&apos;m not about to turn down food, especially free food, and especially food that I&apos;m not cooking,&quot; he said with a mild smirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masterpiece milo:&lt;/b&gt; &quot;It was always the way to your heart.&quot; Milo was a pretty good cook. Fairly independent since it had been his job to take over the family chores after his mom passed away. He started to unlow the bags on the counter. &quot;Stirfry and pan noodles alright?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;writing mason: &lt;/b&gt;Mason nodded his head as he folded his arms across his chest, and he moved to lean against the counter.  He kept his eyes on Milo with a faint smile.  &quot;Are you trying to get to my heart?&quot; he asked with a smirk because of the comment Milo had made, he couldn&apos;t help it and he had to address it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masterpiece milo:&lt;/b&gt; Milo glanced at Mason, but didn&apos;t respond as he grabbed the carrots, snap peas and other veggies and took them to the sink to be washed. &quot;How was your day?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;writing mason: &lt;/b&gt;&quot;It was fine,&quot; Mason said as he wet his lips.  He canted his head to the side and let his gaze follow Milo&apos;s form all of the way to the sink.  &quot;How was your&apos;s?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;masterpiece milo:&lt;/b&gt; &quot;It was okay,&quot; Milo said, giving the veggies a good soaking as he set off to unload the rest of the bag. &quot;Mind getting a pan, a pot of water and setting it to boil? Oh, and a cutting board and knife, please?&quot; Milo didn&apos;t quite know his way around Mason&apos;s kitchen yet, but if he was just going to stand there and look sexy, he could do that and help Milo fix dinner.</description>
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