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xstarlesscityGabe/Travis, ~1500, NC-17
For the prompt: Travie and Gabe as the Kinksters next door.
Things I attempted with this: Not writing porn, although![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sleepherealone was kind enough to talk me out of it, although there was a porn-free version. And not writing dialogue is a first for me. How does one write good kinky sex without commands? It was a trouble.
Tuesday nights are date nights.
Why not? It's not like they have real jobs, jobs that mean regular sleeping hours. Gabe never sleeps, anyway; Travie sleeps all the time. Tuesday nights are the one night a week where Gabe's big, fluffy romantic side has managed to woo Travis into breaking their usual routine and taking him out to dinner. They've already been to every vegetarian hole-in-the-wall in the East Village, and they're almost done with Soho now, too. Sometimes they go to non-vegetarian places, too. Gabe likes to say that Tuesday nights are for him and so he gets to pick, but they both know that it's not entirely true. Travis likes showing his toy off as much as Gabe likes expensive dinners in suits.
They hold hands as the walk back to the subway until Travis tugs Gabe closer and slips an arm around his shoulders. Gabe gives him a kiss and slips an arm around his waist to reciprocate, hips bumping with a steady easy rhythm. It's getting warmer and they're full; no need to rush. Nothing to rush home for, anyway, since Gabe TiVos anything worth watching to save it up for cramped nights on the bus when he tours. Nothing to worry about; just easy Tuesday nights.
They make out a little on the subway because Gabe likes shocking people by being a six and a half foot biracial gay couple in public and because Travie likes making out in general. He also like the edge that it gives Gabe, just enough exhibitionism to get him going and keep him fresh. They hold hands. They make goopy eyes at each other. Travis hooks his finger in Gabe's belt loop and kisses him when they get stopped at a red light they can't jaywalk across.
Travis carries the keys to the apartment since it's his property, so he unlocks the door. They step in and Travis locks up behind them as Gabe takes his collar off the coathook on the wall and gets to his knees, already unbuttoning his cardigan and shirt, smiling up at Travis. Travis makes a goofy little pout face with a raised eyebrow to imply that Gabe should hurry up, and Gabe's fingers move faster down his front and to the fly of his pants and the zippers of his boots. He slips out of his shoes, socks and jeans while Travis waits patiently, watching every inch of Gabe's skin get revealed- his shoulders, his chest, his hips, his knees. Travis waits till Gabe's down to nothing but the plug in his ass and a smile before he bends down to collar him, tugging at the leather to check the clasp and the tiny padlock he uses to keep it secure. He carries the keys to Gabe as well, since that's his property, too. He drops the house keys and collar keys back into his pocket, jingling on their one chain, and gives Gabe a kiss. His boy's eyes are already hungry for whatever's coming next when he pulls back. Then he grabs a handful of Gabe's curly hair, and drags him off to the bedroom.
Gabe whimpers as Travis kicks him to the floor, closing the door behind them, and it's as much from arousal as it is from fear. Gabe's cock is already growing between his legs as Travis kicks his shoulders down till Gabe's on his back, propped up on his elbows, and Travis peels his sneakers and socks off till he's barefoot. He nudges Gabe's legs wide open with his toes, admiring the sight of his boy below him, hot and ready and obedient, before he presses his foot down against Gabe's balls. Gabe opens his mouth, tilts his head back and whimpers- Travis isn't crushing yet, just pressing enough to be a threat. He just needs to terrify Gabe into a place where he's willing to take the pain. Gabe loves getting brutalized as much as Travis loves doing it to him, loves proving how much he's willing to take for Travis. It's chivalrous, really. All of the sudden, Travis presses down and the sound that comes out of Gabe is somewhere between a scream and a grunt.
They spend ten minutes on Gabe's balls alone, when when Travis is done, Gabe can't even look him in the eye. He's beaten down, accepting of everything, and blank wall for Travie to tag and mark as his. Travis nudges him with a foot to flip him over, wanting access to his ass. Gabe gives it to him gladly, forehead to the floor. He's still shuddering and curled over when Travis starts pushing the plug in and out, just a tease. It's nowhere near Gabe's prostate, and Gabe won't be able to get off without that, at least, if not a hand on his dick. Travis just wants him to feel, to know, that he's getting fucked just because Travis likes to see him get fucked. Gabe doesn't beg. He doesn't ask for anything, he just grits his teeth and takes it and takes it and takes it until he's leaking all over the carpet. Travis gives him a swat on the ass, over the layered bruises from the previous nights, and makes him lick it up as best he can. Then he finally, finally unzips his pants and pushes into Gabe's mouth for a few thrusts, just enough to get all the way down. Travis holds the hollow of Gabe's cheek while he works himself down, then moves his hand to hook through a loop in the collar to pull Gabe in even further. Gabe's moan gets choked off halfway.
Gabe's own spit, thick from deep throating, plus the lube already in his ass from the toy is all Gabe's getting tonight. Travis pulls Gabe off him by the collar and then pushes his head down to the carpet again and enjoys the high, cracked noises Gabe makes when Travis starts fucking him in earnest, reaching down to claw across the red marks from yesterday's flogging on his back. Gabe tenses, but when Travie's hand drops away, Gabe's knees slip apart even further and he presses back against Travie's hips. Travis doesn't bother with words of encouragement, he just fucks till he's done (it's the way Gabe sobs when he squeezes Gabe's balls in his hand that finally pushes him over the edge), then gives Gabe some extra lube to plug him back up and tucks himself back into his boxers. When he stands, he steps out of his pants. Gabe's still trembling a little. Travis looks at him for a moment, waits till he's sure that Gabe feels him looking, then gets down on one knee and strokes Gabe's shoulder blades carefully until Gabe sits up just a little and presses his face into Travie's shirt. Travis can feel the wet spots that seep through.
Travis holds him until Gabe's back together enough to look up at him with a breathless, adoring grin, his big stupid cheekbony puppy-eyed grin that Travis absolutely fucking lives for and that he really has to work to get some days. Then he pulls Gabe up for a kiss that's broken frequently because Gabe still can't breathe through his nose but they're kind of chuckling and whispering and pawing at each other, beaming and nuzzling and giggling. Gabe has his hands fisted in Travie's shirt and Travis holds them until he feels them relax and open up again. Then he takes them to help Gabe to his feet and under the covers of his bed.
Travis picks the new Strokes record for tonight, since he hasn't gotten a chance to hear it through yet. That's the final part of their bedtime ritual, after Travis gets off and puts Gabe back together (Gabe doesn't get to come on Tuesdays, but Wednesday is coming up and Sunday isn't that far away either, although it can be hard to believe with a hard-on on Thursday morning)- Travis puts on a new record and they listen to it all the way through while they cuddle and make out. Travis climbs into bed as the first track clicks on, scratching his hip and smiling as he catches Gabe watching him with a peaceful smile, for once- it's not a look Travis really sees on Gabe except after a rough session. Usually Gabe's smiles are false or manic. Now he just looks calm and proud of himself.
Travis kisses his brow as he climbs under the covers with him. Gabe nuzzles his nose against Travie's trimmed beard. Travis hooks his fingers through the loop on Gabe's collar and Gabe only lasts till track four before he's fast asleep.
For the prompt: Travie and Gabe as the Kinksters next door.
Things I attempted with this: Not writing porn, although
sleepherealone was kind enough to talk me out of it, although there was a porn-free version. And not writing dialogue is a first for me. How does one write good kinky sex without commands? It was a trouble.Tuesday nights are date nights.
Why not? It's not like they have real jobs, jobs that mean regular sleeping hours. Gabe never sleeps, anyway; Travie sleeps all the time. Tuesday nights are the one night a week where Gabe's big, fluffy romantic side has managed to woo Travis into breaking their usual routine and taking him out to dinner. They've already been to every vegetarian hole-in-the-wall in the East Village, and they're almost done with Soho now, too. Sometimes they go to non-vegetarian places, too. Gabe likes to say that Tuesday nights are for him and so he gets to pick, but they both know that it's not entirely true. Travis likes showing his toy off as much as Gabe likes expensive dinners in suits.
They hold hands as the walk back to the subway until Travis tugs Gabe closer and slips an arm around his shoulders. Gabe gives him a kiss and slips an arm around his waist to reciprocate, hips bumping with a steady easy rhythm. It's getting warmer and they're full; no need to rush. Nothing to rush home for, anyway, since Gabe TiVos anything worth watching to save it up for cramped nights on the bus when he tours. Nothing to worry about; just easy Tuesday nights.
They make out a little on the subway because Gabe likes shocking people by being a six and a half foot biracial gay couple in public and because Travie likes making out in general. He also like the edge that it gives Gabe, just enough exhibitionism to get him going and keep him fresh. They hold hands. They make goopy eyes at each other. Travis hooks his finger in Gabe's belt loop and kisses him when they get stopped at a red light they can't jaywalk across.
Travis carries the keys to the apartment since it's his property, so he unlocks the door. They step in and Travis locks up behind them as Gabe takes his collar off the coathook on the wall and gets to his knees, already unbuttoning his cardigan and shirt, smiling up at Travis. Travis makes a goofy little pout face with a raised eyebrow to imply that Gabe should hurry up, and Gabe's fingers move faster down his front and to the fly of his pants and the zippers of his boots. He slips out of his shoes, socks and jeans while Travis waits patiently, watching every inch of Gabe's skin get revealed- his shoulders, his chest, his hips, his knees. Travis waits till Gabe's down to nothing but the plug in his ass and a smile before he bends down to collar him, tugging at the leather to check the clasp and the tiny padlock he uses to keep it secure. He carries the keys to Gabe as well, since that's his property, too. He drops the house keys and collar keys back into his pocket, jingling on their one chain, and gives Gabe a kiss. His boy's eyes are already hungry for whatever's coming next when he pulls back. Then he grabs a handful of Gabe's curly hair, and drags him off to the bedroom.
Gabe whimpers as Travis kicks him to the floor, closing the door behind them, and it's as much from arousal as it is from fear. Gabe's cock is already growing between his legs as Travis kicks his shoulders down till Gabe's on his back, propped up on his elbows, and Travis peels his sneakers and socks off till he's barefoot. He nudges Gabe's legs wide open with his toes, admiring the sight of his boy below him, hot and ready and obedient, before he presses his foot down against Gabe's balls. Gabe opens his mouth, tilts his head back and whimpers- Travis isn't crushing yet, just pressing enough to be a threat. He just needs to terrify Gabe into a place where he's willing to take the pain. Gabe loves getting brutalized as much as Travis loves doing it to him, loves proving how much he's willing to take for Travis. It's chivalrous, really. All of the sudden, Travis presses down and the sound that comes out of Gabe is somewhere between a scream and a grunt.
They spend ten minutes on Gabe's balls alone, when when Travis is done, Gabe can't even look him in the eye. He's beaten down, accepting of everything, and blank wall for Travie to tag and mark as his. Travis nudges him with a foot to flip him over, wanting access to his ass. Gabe gives it to him gladly, forehead to the floor. He's still shuddering and curled over when Travis starts pushing the plug in and out, just a tease. It's nowhere near Gabe's prostate, and Gabe won't be able to get off without that, at least, if not a hand on his dick. Travis just wants him to feel, to know, that he's getting fucked just because Travis likes to see him get fucked. Gabe doesn't beg. He doesn't ask for anything, he just grits his teeth and takes it and takes it and takes it until he's leaking all over the carpet. Travis gives him a swat on the ass, over the layered bruises from the previous nights, and makes him lick it up as best he can. Then he finally, finally unzips his pants and pushes into Gabe's mouth for a few thrusts, just enough to get all the way down. Travis holds the hollow of Gabe's cheek while he works himself down, then moves his hand to hook through a loop in the collar to pull Gabe in even further. Gabe's moan gets choked off halfway.
Gabe's own spit, thick from deep throating, plus the lube already in his ass from the toy is all Gabe's getting tonight. Travis pulls Gabe off him by the collar and then pushes his head down to the carpet again and enjoys the high, cracked noises Gabe makes when Travis starts fucking him in earnest, reaching down to claw across the red marks from yesterday's flogging on his back. Gabe tenses, but when Travie's hand drops away, Gabe's knees slip apart even further and he presses back against Travie's hips. Travis doesn't bother with words of encouragement, he just fucks till he's done (it's the way Gabe sobs when he squeezes Gabe's balls in his hand that finally pushes him over the edge), then gives Gabe some extra lube to plug him back up and tucks himself back into his boxers. When he stands, he steps out of his pants. Gabe's still trembling a little. Travis looks at him for a moment, waits till he's sure that Gabe feels him looking, then gets down on one knee and strokes Gabe's shoulder blades carefully until Gabe sits up just a little and presses his face into Travie's shirt. Travis can feel the wet spots that seep through.
Travis holds him until Gabe's back together enough to look up at him with a breathless, adoring grin, his big stupid cheekbony puppy-eyed grin that Travis absolutely fucking lives for and that he really has to work to get some days. Then he pulls Gabe up for a kiss that's broken frequently because Gabe still can't breathe through his nose but they're kind of chuckling and whispering and pawing at each other, beaming and nuzzling and giggling. Gabe has his hands fisted in Travie's shirt and Travis holds them until he feels them relax and open up again. Then he takes them to help Gabe to his feet and under the covers of his bed.
Travis picks the new Strokes record for tonight, since he hasn't gotten a chance to hear it through yet. That's the final part of their bedtime ritual, after Travis gets off and puts Gabe back together (Gabe doesn't get to come on Tuesdays, but Wednesday is coming up and Sunday isn't that far away either, although it can be hard to believe with a hard-on on Thursday morning)- Travis puts on a new record and they listen to it all the way through while they cuddle and make out. Travis climbs into bed as the first track clicks on, scratching his hip and smiling as he catches Gabe watching him with a peaceful smile, for once- it's not a look Travis really sees on Gabe except after a rough session. Usually Gabe's smiles are false or manic. Now he just looks calm and proud of himself.
Travis kisses his brow as he climbs under the covers with him. Gabe nuzzles his nose against Travie's trimmed beard. Travis hooks his fingers through the loop on Gabe's collar and Gabe only lasts till track four before he's fast asleep.
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Date: 2011-03-27 05:28 pm (UTC)Hot, and sweet, and still Travie-and-Gabe despite the extra dimension to their relationship - fabulous!
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Date: 2011-03-27 06:55 pm (UTC)thanks!
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Date: 2011-03-29 12:14 am (UTC)so yeah, i need lj friends. friends?
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Date: 2011-05-03 03:06 am (UTC)Also, I have noticed from your other comments that you are looking for lj friends. I am also looking for lj friends, seeing as I have none at all! :D So, friends? And I also don't know how to friend somebody, fyi.
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Date: 2011-05-03 03:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-06 04:23 am (UTC)Travis likes showing his toy off as much as Gabe likes expensive dinners in suits.
They make out a little on the subway because Gabe likes shocking people by being a six and a half foot biracial gay couple in public and because Travie likes making out in general.
Travis waits till Gabe's down to nothing but the plug in his ass and a smile
That's the final part of their bedtime ritual, after Travis gets off and puts Gabe back together (Gabe doesn't get to come on Tuesdays
I repeat: ♥_♥
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Date: 2011-05-06 04:33 am (UTC)omg you spoil me hi nice to meet you i'm izzy i added you back