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xstarlesscitypete/gabe, nc-17, ~2.5k
for the prompt:
There was an adorable set of tweets between Pete and Gabe, Pete said he wanted to hang out soon, he missed him, and Gabe said he misses him too, he carries around 1000 yen from the time they went to Japan together. Can I get some sex-in-Japan fic, please?
For someone with enough miles on his card to fly the boys back home, Pete sure does hate flying.
It makes him anxious, it makes him thirsty, it makes him tired, it makes him unable to sleep. The only thing stopping him from freaking out is Gabe's hand on his knee and the gin and tonic Gabe had bought for him in their eighth hour in the air. They get sillier as they cross the Pacific, more liquor wrapping its fingers around their minds. Once, they even slip up and kiss in public. Then Pete loses his shit for half an hour, because if the paparazzi gets their hands on a single photo of him kissing anyone, let alone a man, this soon after the divorce went public- well, if anything's worse than your wife leaving you, it's a media shitstorm while your wife is leaving you. Or a media shitstorm that makes a homophobic judge declare you unfit to care for your own fucking son while your wife is leaving you.
So maybe Gabe's taking advantage of him in his fragile state.
Or maybe Gabe's being a stand-up fuckin' true blue best friend and giving Pete exactly what he needs right now, which is a vacation from his own head. They buy vodka in the fucking airport because Pete has the money to blow (thank God at least Ashlee didn't try to take his money when she left him- just his kid. Pete winces bitterly just thinking about it as he pays the cashier) and they start drinking in the cab to the hotel. Gabe has his arm around Pete's shoulders as they flash through Tokyo. Pete's never been to Japan with Ashlee.
They last about five minutes in the hotel before clothes are coming off and Pete's on his back, shirt rutted up and jeans around his thighs so there's nothing between him and Gabe's grinding hipbone but his boxer briefs. Gabe has his arms pinned on either side of his head so he can't reach down to push those off, too- he just whines as Gabe starts kissing down his neck.
Tokyo. He's gotta fly literally across the globe to have mindless rebound sex in private. But they're here now, and Pete is whispering Gabe's name and rubbing their stubbly fifteen-hours-in-transit jaws together, nipping at his ear until Gabe's mouth slips down out of nibble range to close around Pete's nipple. Pete's toes curl, knees caging Gabe's hips for a moment, and when Gabe lets his arms up so that he can close his big hands around Pete's tiny hips, Pete doesn't grab at Gabe's hair or try to touch himself, he just lifts his arms above his head and arches, feeling worshipped for the first time in a long time. Gabe is letting himself get messy, leaving slick trails of spit across Pete's chest between bite marks and licks- Pete drags a finger through one, feeling slick and wet and slutty. Finally. Finally. Tonight he doesn't wanna feel like a dad or a husband, for once.
Gabe bites his opposite nipple and Pete gasps, hisses, "Shit, fuck, Gabe-" and Gabe chuckles to himself and then gives a little appreciative groan- the bulge in Pete's shorts is getting unbearable in a really nice way, and Pete rocks his hips up until his cock bumps Gabe's flat stomach. Gabe grinds down against it and slides down to lick at it through the fabric.
Pete moans- Gabe's kneeling on the floor by this point, bent over to mouth wetly at Pete's balls. Pete tries to spread his legs more and Gabe takes the opportunity to slide his hands beneath Pete's thighs and curve around the tops of them, holding Pete open and dragging him closer to the edge of the bed. Pete's arms drag up above him on the bed again and he leaves them there this time- he's in no rush. They have two weeks in Japan to do nothing but spend money irresponsibly, get kicked out of karaoke bars and fuck all the fucking time. The heat of Gabe's mouth makes his cock twitch, his fists crushing a handful of the sheets as the wetness finally seeps though. He moans Gabe's name again and Gabe nips at the sensitive inside of Pete's thigh and then moves his hands to slip Pete's last scrap of clothing off till he's naked. Gabe's arms return to curling around Pete's thighs, holding him open as he licks down the crease of his thigh under his balls to press up against his perineum. Pete gasps and rolls his hips a little, eyes closed, and then there's a flat, soft, wet heat sliding slowly up the crack of his ass. He actually gives a little yelp- it's literally been years since Gabe ate him out like this and it's a thousand times better than he remembered.
Gabe gets to the good part fast- Pete's willing to drag things out, but Gabe is apparently determined to rush this time and drag it out later. Or maybe's Gabe just outgrown his teasing phase, although Pete doubts it. Gabe's tongue points and presses into Pete, muttering something about Pete's ass that Pete doesn't really care to put effort into understanding but that sounds appreciative and might actually be in Spanish, and Pete shivers all over and twists a handful of the blankets up above his head. Gabe groans as he fucks his tongue in and out and Pete thrashes a little, toes curling, nipples hard, and the word please leaks out of him before he can stop himself.
Pete feels Gabe chuckle like a static shock sparking from his ass where the vibrations start to contractions in his feet and fingers.
"Oh my God, fuck you," Pete pants, but his verbal abuse is half-hearted; Gabe licking all around his cock, balls and ass generally makes him so hard he can't think, which is exactly the point. He can't focus on anything but those soft twists Gabe's tongue is making, the hard grip on his thighs, the way he must look all spread open on his back, the way Gabe looks on his knees. He'd rather be here right now then just about anywhere, in an expensive blue-toned hotel room in Tokyo with Gabe's tongue in his ass.
Gabe starts sucking and Pete gives up on not being noisy, groaning and moaning and rolling his hips and making everything even sloppier. It takes only a few seconds after Gabe's mouth seals completely around his hole for him to get to, "God, just, fuck me already," and Gabe bites his thigh as he pulls back. "There's lube- wait," Pete says, trying to sit up so he can get to his suitcase, but Gabe is already crawling halfway across the room to his expensive-ass fake leather bag and pulling out his toiletries and another bag, a bigger one. Gabe unzips it and dumps the contents out- There's anal beads and a vibrator and even clothespins and Pete sits straight up to gape but Gabe only reaches for the lube and a a strip of condoms, grinning like he's just escaped from a loony bin.
"Not now," he says, unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants before he gets on the bed. "I've waited too long to just fuck you."
"Later? Soon later?" Pete rasps, his voice already feeling thick with lust. He clears his throat as he slides up the bed, head settling on the pillows. Gabe slicks three fingers up and grabs Pete's thigh behind the knee to hold him open as he slides on finger in. Pete's hands wander up and down his chest and belly, shivering as Gabe slick finger slips all the way in, working the lube deep. "Shit," he hisses.
"I've heard some crazy shit about Japanese sex toys," he hears Gabe say. His eyes are closed, rubbing his own belly and tipping his head back as Gabe does all the work. Pete's gonna reward him later with the best blowjob he can muster, possibly somewhere semi-public because he almost never gets photographed or recognized in Japan and Gabe loves that shit. "We could probably find something freakier."
"You wanna get freaky?" Pete laughs, circling a fingertip around his own nipple. Gabe groans and Pete feels the bed shift, and then he gasps and teeth sink into his thigh surrounded and filled by Gabe's hot mouth. "Oh, God-" he bites out, reaching up to pull his own hair.
"I think you wanna get freaky," Gabe answers, and Pete looks down to watch Gabe plants a hand over his bartskull to pin his hips to the bed. He hadn't realized how much he was grinding down on Gabe's one finger until Gabe stops him. "I like turning you on."
Pete smiles wickedly and then sucks air in harshly as Gabe adds a second finger. Gabe bites him again, sinking his teeth in and not letting up, getting harder as Pete's getting crazy enough to take it. Pete reaches down and claws at Gabe's back helplessly and Gabe moans arounds his mouthful of Pete's inner thigh, moving his hand at Pete's down his own belly. Pete can't see, but he knows Gabe's jerking off.
"Next time you should just- like this," Pete pants, trying to open his legs more as Gabe fucks hims faster with his fingers. "Jerk yourself off while you're going down on me, fingers- ah," he snaps as Gabe pulls back and presses in a third finger. "Oh, just fucking faster," Pete says, because three fingers is always painful and never as good as a cock. He just wants to fastforward through this part.
"Fuck yeah," Gabe mumbles, and then he's really going fast, stabbing his fingers in and out of Pete and knocking all these little cut-off gasps out of him. Pete just tips his head back, biting his lip and feeling Gabe breathe hot and shaky all over his cock and thighs until he hisses, "Okay, enough, good, ready, fuck-" dryly and Gabe's fingers slip out of him immediately.
He watches through half-lidded eyes as Gabe strips his boxers off and dabs lube on his cock, rolling the condom on and slicking himself up between Pete's knees. Pete watches the muscles of both their stomachs tighten as Gabe looks him over, fisting himself a few times to spread the lube out, and Pete looks over his cock and really, really wants it in his mouth. Gabe's not small. He wants to grab at it, feel the whole length and wetness and smoothness and the stretchy soft skin in his hands, but mostly he really wants it splitting him open like he knows it can.
Gabe crawls over Pete slowly, chest bumping up Pete's cock and belly and pecs until they're face to face. Pete smiles. Gabe smiles back. That at least hadn't changed in the years he had been with Ashlee: Gabe grinning at him like the sun shines out of his ass, Pete grinning back like Gabe's the best thing that even happened to him.
Gabe ducks his head to line his dick up, and Pete hisses as he pushes in but Gabe's used so, so much lube, he feels it dripping down his crack- everything is smooth and tight and when he looks back at Gabe his face is frozen with his mouth open, eyes all but closed as he stares blankly at Pete's face and rock out and in again really slowly.
Pete crosses his ankles behind Gabe's back and Gabe gets the cue.
They fuck hard and slow, Gabe taking his time dragging out and then slamming back into Pete till his toes curl. He gets his aim right after only like ten thrusts and then Pete can't do anything but gasp and curse and jerk Gabe's head around by handfuls of hair. He drags it to the side first, just because he's thrashing around and Gabe looks so good with his throat bared that Pete drags his head back and Gabe keeps fucking him as Pete moves him around. He speeds up as Pete throws his head back and Pete arches up against him, running a hand down his chest.
"Faster," Pete says, and Gabe's hips work doubletime suddenly, slamming in and out of him. Pete drops the handful of Gabe's hair and Gabe seals their mouths together immediately, deep and hungry but mostly still, too caught up in the sensations of being surrounded and filled to concentrate of kissing. It's just hot, raw contact. Pete claws at Gabe's back and Gabe groans with delight.
"I want you to-" Gabe pants, "Finish first-" and Pete keeps his feet where they are, digging into Gabe's ass, but butterflies his knees apart so he's totally open for Gabe, throwing his head back. His head is just filled with red light for a moment as Gabe's lips brush his pulse and then his teeth dig into the meat of Pete's shoulder, sharp and wet as Gabe slurps around him. It hurts.
Pete's going to have a huge red hickey there, just under where his t-shirt collar begins, just close enough to stay secret. Pete demands, "More," and Gabe bites harder, digging one hand into Pete's hip painfully hard to brace him as he fucks Pete right up till Pete's head hits the headboard. Pete manages a, "Shit, ah, Gabe, I'm gonna-" before he's curling his head up to Gabe's shoulder, knees clamped tight around Gabe's hips as he comes. He spurts between their bellies and all over his tattoo, and when he's done, Gabe slows down. Pete opens his eyes, which he didn't know were closed. His head is still swimming and his ass is flushed and hot and Gabe's not fucking him anymore, but he doesn't look like he's come. Gabe's just staring at him, watching his face, cock still hard and stretching out Pete's ass. Pete feels it twitch.
"You stopped," Pete manages, hands falling limply to either side of his head. His knees are shaking. That was awesome. He has the dopiest smile on his face.
"It is cool if I keep going?" Gabe says, shifting his weight a little on his elbows and his cock almost slips out. Pete doesn't have the energy to wiggle back onto it.
"Yeah?" Pete says, giving a little incredulous chuckle. "Um. Duh? Fuck me."
Gabe looks at him for a second longer with serious eyes, then dips his head and gives Pete a chaste little kiss. "This is for you, dude, okay? This trip, this sex, all of it. I wanna do what you wanna do."
Pete finds the strength to flop an arm around the back of Gabe's neck to drag him down for a a series of sloppy little kisses. Gabe starts fucking him again slowly. He feels drunk. "So you're just fucking me for me, you're saying?" Pete laughs and nips Gabe's lip. "Cause you seem pretty into it." They both groan as Gabe brushes his spot again and Pete clenches down onto him with a gasp that frees Gabe's lip from his teeth. "
"God, no," Gabe mumbles, burying his face in Pete's shoulder so Pete can't see him. Pete closes his eyes again, letting the sensations wash over him- Gabe's cock stretching his ass out on the drag out, his hot breath on Pete's neck, the tremble in his thighs, his own slamming heartbeat. "I just want you to be happy," Gabe pants against the skin of Pete's neck, and Pete shivers all over.
"Well you fucking me into the mattress until I can't walk makes me pretty damn happy," Pete sighs, trying to get some air into his lungs for real. "I'm pretty sure I actually can't walk. Can you just fuck me?"
Gabe does.
for the prompt:
There was an adorable set of tweets between Pete and Gabe, Pete said he wanted to hang out soon, he missed him, and Gabe said he misses him too, he carries around 1000 yen from the time they went to Japan together. Can I get some sex-in-Japan fic, please?
For someone with enough miles on his card to fly the boys back home, Pete sure does hate flying.
It makes him anxious, it makes him thirsty, it makes him tired, it makes him unable to sleep. The only thing stopping him from freaking out is Gabe's hand on his knee and the gin and tonic Gabe had bought for him in their eighth hour in the air. They get sillier as they cross the Pacific, more liquor wrapping its fingers around their minds. Once, they even slip up and kiss in public. Then Pete loses his shit for half an hour, because if the paparazzi gets their hands on a single photo of him kissing anyone, let alone a man, this soon after the divorce went public- well, if anything's worse than your wife leaving you, it's a media shitstorm while your wife is leaving you. Or a media shitstorm that makes a homophobic judge declare you unfit to care for your own fucking son while your wife is leaving you.
So maybe Gabe's taking advantage of him in his fragile state.
Or maybe Gabe's being a stand-up fuckin' true blue best friend and giving Pete exactly what he needs right now, which is a vacation from his own head. They buy vodka in the fucking airport because Pete has the money to blow (thank God at least Ashlee didn't try to take his money when she left him- just his kid. Pete winces bitterly just thinking about it as he pays the cashier) and they start drinking in the cab to the hotel. Gabe has his arm around Pete's shoulders as they flash through Tokyo. Pete's never been to Japan with Ashlee.
They last about five minutes in the hotel before clothes are coming off and Pete's on his back, shirt rutted up and jeans around his thighs so there's nothing between him and Gabe's grinding hipbone but his boxer briefs. Gabe has his arms pinned on either side of his head so he can't reach down to push those off, too- he just whines as Gabe starts kissing down his neck.
Tokyo. He's gotta fly literally across the globe to have mindless rebound sex in private. But they're here now, and Pete is whispering Gabe's name and rubbing their stubbly fifteen-hours-in-transit jaws together, nipping at his ear until Gabe's mouth slips down out of nibble range to close around Pete's nipple. Pete's toes curl, knees caging Gabe's hips for a moment, and when Gabe lets his arms up so that he can close his big hands around Pete's tiny hips, Pete doesn't grab at Gabe's hair or try to touch himself, he just lifts his arms above his head and arches, feeling worshipped for the first time in a long time. Gabe is letting himself get messy, leaving slick trails of spit across Pete's chest between bite marks and licks- Pete drags a finger through one, feeling slick and wet and slutty. Finally. Finally. Tonight he doesn't wanna feel like a dad or a husband, for once.
Gabe bites his opposite nipple and Pete gasps, hisses, "Shit, fuck, Gabe-" and Gabe chuckles to himself and then gives a little appreciative groan- the bulge in Pete's shorts is getting unbearable in a really nice way, and Pete rocks his hips up until his cock bumps Gabe's flat stomach. Gabe grinds down against it and slides down to lick at it through the fabric.
Pete moans- Gabe's kneeling on the floor by this point, bent over to mouth wetly at Pete's balls. Pete tries to spread his legs more and Gabe takes the opportunity to slide his hands beneath Pete's thighs and curve around the tops of them, holding Pete open and dragging him closer to the edge of the bed. Pete's arms drag up above him on the bed again and he leaves them there this time- he's in no rush. They have two weeks in Japan to do nothing but spend money irresponsibly, get kicked out of karaoke bars and fuck all the fucking time. The heat of Gabe's mouth makes his cock twitch, his fists crushing a handful of the sheets as the wetness finally seeps though. He moans Gabe's name again and Gabe nips at the sensitive inside of Pete's thigh and then moves his hands to slip Pete's last scrap of clothing off till he's naked. Gabe's arms return to curling around Pete's thighs, holding him open as he licks down the crease of his thigh under his balls to press up against his perineum. Pete gasps and rolls his hips a little, eyes closed, and then there's a flat, soft, wet heat sliding slowly up the crack of his ass. He actually gives a little yelp- it's literally been years since Gabe ate him out like this and it's a thousand times better than he remembered.
Gabe gets to the good part fast- Pete's willing to drag things out, but Gabe is apparently determined to rush this time and drag it out later. Or maybe's Gabe just outgrown his teasing phase, although Pete doubts it. Gabe's tongue points and presses into Pete, muttering something about Pete's ass that Pete doesn't really care to put effort into understanding but that sounds appreciative and might actually be in Spanish, and Pete shivers all over and twists a handful of the blankets up above his head. Gabe groans as he fucks his tongue in and out and Pete thrashes a little, toes curling, nipples hard, and the word please leaks out of him before he can stop himself.
Pete feels Gabe chuckle like a static shock sparking from his ass where the vibrations start to contractions in his feet and fingers.
"Oh my God, fuck you," Pete pants, but his verbal abuse is half-hearted; Gabe licking all around his cock, balls and ass generally makes him so hard he can't think, which is exactly the point. He can't focus on anything but those soft twists Gabe's tongue is making, the hard grip on his thighs, the way he must look all spread open on his back, the way Gabe looks on his knees. He'd rather be here right now then just about anywhere, in an expensive blue-toned hotel room in Tokyo with Gabe's tongue in his ass.
Gabe starts sucking and Pete gives up on not being noisy, groaning and moaning and rolling his hips and making everything even sloppier. It takes only a few seconds after Gabe's mouth seals completely around his hole for him to get to, "God, just, fuck me already," and Gabe bites his thigh as he pulls back. "There's lube- wait," Pete says, trying to sit up so he can get to his suitcase, but Gabe is already crawling halfway across the room to his expensive-ass fake leather bag and pulling out his toiletries and another bag, a bigger one. Gabe unzips it and dumps the contents out- There's anal beads and a vibrator and even clothespins and Pete sits straight up to gape but Gabe only reaches for the lube and a a strip of condoms, grinning like he's just escaped from a loony bin.
"Not now," he says, unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants before he gets on the bed. "I've waited too long to just fuck you."
"Later? Soon later?" Pete rasps, his voice already feeling thick with lust. He clears his throat as he slides up the bed, head settling on the pillows. Gabe slicks three fingers up and grabs Pete's thigh behind the knee to hold him open as he slides on finger in. Pete's hands wander up and down his chest and belly, shivering as Gabe slick finger slips all the way in, working the lube deep. "Shit," he hisses.
"I've heard some crazy shit about Japanese sex toys," he hears Gabe say. His eyes are closed, rubbing his own belly and tipping his head back as Gabe does all the work. Pete's gonna reward him later with the best blowjob he can muster, possibly somewhere semi-public because he almost never gets photographed or recognized in Japan and Gabe loves that shit. "We could probably find something freakier."
"You wanna get freaky?" Pete laughs, circling a fingertip around his own nipple. Gabe groans and Pete feels the bed shift, and then he gasps and teeth sink into his thigh surrounded and filled by Gabe's hot mouth. "Oh, God-" he bites out, reaching up to pull his own hair.
"I think you wanna get freaky," Gabe answers, and Pete looks down to watch Gabe plants a hand over his bartskull to pin his hips to the bed. He hadn't realized how much he was grinding down on Gabe's one finger until Gabe stops him. "I like turning you on."
Pete smiles wickedly and then sucks air in harshly as Gabe adds a second finger. Gabe bites him again, sinking his teeth in and not letting up, getting harder as Pete's getting crazy enough to take it. Pete reaches down and claws at Gabe's back helplessly and Gabe moans arounds his mouthful of Pete's inner thigh, moving his hand at Pete's down his own belly. Pete can't see, but he knows Gabe's jerking off.
"Next time you should just- like this," Pete pants, trying to open his legs more as Gabe fucks hims faster with his fingers. "Jerk yourself off while you're going down on me, fingers- ah," he snaps as Gabe pulls back and presses in a third finger. "Oh, just fucking faster," Pete says, because three fingers is always painful and never as good as a cock. He just wants to fastforward through this part.
"Fuck yeah," Gabe mumbles, and then he's really going fast, stabbing his fingers in and out of Pete and knocking all these little cut-off gasps out of him. Pete just tips his head back, biting his lip and feeling Gabe breathe hot and shaky all over his cock and thighs until he hisses, "Okay, enough, good, ready, fuck-" dryly and Gabe's fingers slip out of him immediately.
He watches through half-lidded eyes as Gabe strips his boxers off and dabs lube on his cock, rolling the condom on and slicking himself up between Pete's knees. Pete watches the muscles of both their stomachs tighten as Gabe looks him over, fisting himself a few times to spread the lube out, and Pete looks over his cock and really, really wants it in his mouth. Gabe's not small. He wants to grab at it, feel the whole length and wetness and smoothness and the stretchy soft skin in his hands, but mostly he really wants it splitting him open like he knows it can.
Gabe crawls over Pete slowly, chest bumping up Pete's cock and belly and pecs until they're face to face. Pete smiles. Gabe smiles back. That at least hadn't changed in the years he had been with Ashlee: Gabe grinning at him like the sun shines out of his ass, Pete grinning back like Gabe's the best thing that even happened to him.
Gabe ducks his head to line his dick up, and Pete hisses as he pushes in but Gabe's used so, so much lube, he feels it dripping down his crack- everything is smooth and tight and when he looks back at Gabe his face is frozen with his mouth open, eyes all but closed as he stares blankly at Pete's face and rock out and in again really slowly.
Pete crosses his ankles behind Gabe's back and Gabe gets the cue.
They fuck hard and slow, Gabe taking his time dragging out and then slamming back into Pete till his toes curl. He gets his aim right after only like ten thrusts and then Pete can't do anything but gasp and curse and jerk Gabe's head around by handfuls of hair. He drags it to the side first, just because he's thrashing around and Gabe looks so good with his throat bared that Pete drags his head back and Gabe keeps fucking him as Pete moves him around. He speeds up as Pete throws his head back and Pete arches up against him, running a hand down his chest.
"Faster," Pete says, and Gabe's hips work doubletime suddenly, slamming in and out of him. Pete drops the handful of Gabe's hair and Gabe seals their mouths together immediately, deep and hungry but mostly still, too caught up in the sensations of being surrounded and filled to concentrate of kissing. It's just hot, raw contact. Pete claws at Gabe's back and Gabe groans with delight.
"I want you to-" Gabe pants, "Finish first-" and Pete keeps his feet where they are, digging into Gabe's ass, but butterflies his knees apart so he's totally open for Gabe, throwing his head back. His head is just filled with red light for a moment as Gabe's lips brush his pulse and then his teeth dig into the meat of Pete's shoulder, sharp and wet as Gabe slurps around him. It hurts.
Pete's going to have a huge red hickey there, just under where his t-shirt collar begins, just close enough to stay secret. Pete demands, "More," and Gabe bites harder, digging one hand into Pete's hip painfully hard to brace him as he fucks Pete right up till Pete's head hits the headboard. Pete manages a, "Shit, ah, Gabe, I'm gonna-" before he's curling his head up to Gabe's shoulder, knees clamped tight around Gabe's hips as he comes. He spurts between their bellies and all over his tattoo, and when he's done, Gabe slows down. Pete opens his eyes, which he didn't know were closed. His head is still swimming and his ass is flushed and hot and Gabe's not fucking him anymore, but he doesn't look like he's come. Gabe's just staring at him, watching his face, cock still hard and stretching out Pete's ass. Pete feels it twitch.
"You stopped," Pete manages, hands falling limply to either side of his head. His knees are shaking. That was awesome. He has the dopiest smile on his face.
"It is cool if I keep going?" Gabe says, shifting his weight a little on his elbows and his cock almost slips out. Pete doesn't have the energy to wiggle back onto it.
"Yeah?" Pete says, giving a little incredulous chuckle. "Um. Duh? Fuck me."
Gabe looks at him for a second longer with serious eyes, then dips his head and gives Pete a chaste little kiss. "This is for you, dude, okay? This trip, this sex, all of it. I wanna do what you wanna do."
Pete finds the strength to flop an arm around the back of Gabe's neck to drag him down for a a series of sloppy little kisses. Gabe starts fucking him again slowly. He feels drunk. "So you're just fucking me for me, you're saying?" Pete laughs and nips Gabe's lip. "Cause you seem pretty into it." They both groan as Gabe brushes his spot again and Pete clenches down onto him with a gasp that frees Gabe's lip from his teeth. "
"God, no," Gabe mumbles, burying his face in Pete's shoulder so Pete can't see him. Pete closes his eyes again, letting the sensations wash over him- Gabe's cock stretching his ass out on the drag out, his hot breath on Pete's neck, the tremble in his thighs, his own slamming heartbeat. "I just want you to be happy," Gabe pants against the skin of Pete's neck, and Pete shivers all over.
"Well you fucking me into the mattress until I can't walk makes me pretty damn happy," Pete sighs, trying to get some air into his lungs for real. "I'm pretty sure I actually can't walk. Can you just fuck me?"
Gabe does.
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Date: 2011-05-02 02:27 pm (UTC)lol two journals
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Date: 2011-05-03 04:58 pm (UTC)Gorgeous and hot and fucking perfect with all the little things that just make it so them.
I loved this, bloody amazing. :)
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Date: 2011-05-04 04:42 am (UTC)i'd been meaning to write something fortheir japan trip since it happened, but this kicked my ass into gear... yay.
(if you prompt me with this pairing, i will ALWAYS fill it. so if you ever have a hankerin'~*~*~)
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Date: 2011-05-04 11:21 pm (UTC)-ageplay (not necessarily infancy/diapers/all that jazz, something like sometimes Pete wants a bedtime story is just as good. I mean, I don't know if it still does, but for a while on the Clandestine website it said his favourite book was Where The Wild Things Are)
-high school. Neither of them can risk having sex at their house, so where else do they go?
-specific prompt is specific, but remember that time Pete tripped and a ton of paparazzi took pictures? Let's pretend that's the day Pete realised he has a humiliation kink.
-orgasm denial. Preferably with play around it, like "come now and not for another week, or wait and get more sex later."
- (not necessarily Ashlee) live in gf moves out abruptly, leaving half her shit at __'s house. __ comes over to help him clear it out without doing something crazy like burning the house down. One of the items is a strap on. This leads to conversation, which leads to action.
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Date: 2011-05-05 01:23 am (UTC)1) i want to do that because gabe loves kids and pete... is seven
and 2) i already have a fic that i started a little where pete and bronx get bodyswapped and it ends up a little bit ageplayish because it can't get resolved with sex like bodyswaps usually do so this one gets resolved when pete just lets go of being all grown-up and trusts gabe to take care of bronx in his body and lets himself be a three year old and be babysat by gabe and take naps and drink juice in sippy cups
and when he gets back to himself he really liked it and would gabe think it was weird if even though he and bronx were back to normal he still wanted gabe to let him do that sometimes
and of course gabe doesn't, he's just grateful to have his bodyfriend back in a body where he can grope him without wanting to vomit and then going to jail
so sometimes pete is little and sometimes gabe takes care of him and bronx and sometimes they do it when bronx is with ashlee and it's just them and they snuggle and eat animal crackers and watch disney movies and do fingerpainting
and everything is nice
um i'm probably gonna write all of these eventually fyi... maybe not the high school one, it doesn't jump out at me, but we'll see where my brain goes
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Date: 2011-05-05 04:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-05 04:53 am (UTC)idk i tried to make pete subtly toppy in this but still get off on gabe biting him and stuff, that was intentional
but um
yeah i'm down with that, i'll try to do that
link to yours? and CAN WE BE FRIENDS?1!?!?/
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Date: 2011-05-06 03:51 am (UTC)It came across fine, that's what made me think you could pull off dominant masochism well. I just want actual dirty nasty kink, is all. XD
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Date: 2011-05-06 03:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-06 03:26 am (UTC)slfjawile okay i'm just gonna go
write you guys stuff
...okay
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Date: 2011-05-06 03:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-06 04:35 am (UTC)ugh between you guys here and [Unknown site tag] in EDM fandom i am officially done for.
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Date: 2011-05-06 04:38 am (UTC)thanks!