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Date: 2011-04-27 11:43 pm (UTC)PLEASE.
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Date: 2011-04-28 02:00 am (UTC)Touch Me 1/2
Date: 2011-04-28 05:02 pm (UTC)“I was supposed to meet someone,” he said, like he was apologizing to Xavier for it.
“A girl?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Gaspard admitted, saying her name.
“Your girlfriend?” Xavier asked in return.
Gaspard had laughed, in an embarrassed way that Xavier could see right through.
And in that moment, he’d learned that this man with excellent taste in music would rather spend time with him, an interesting stranger, than some girl he was seeing. But by the time they’d left the store, hours later, he was more interested in Gaspard’s taste in music than in the flattery of being picked over someone else — for all the romance that held.
Now, he was completely invested. If he fucked this up, he was fucking up his art. He was also fucking up any chance of getting his stuff back, because at this point there were shirts and jeans and records that didn’t actually belong to either of them. And one of them would have to move if this went off badly and how shit would that be?
It wasn’t that Xavier thought he’d fuck up on purpose, but he was used to sleeping with people he didn’t plan to talk to afterwards and not the first person he’d met who could finish his sentences — with a bit of a stammer — before they were out of his mouth. And Gaspard came home a lot smelling like perfume, never cologne. There was definitely too much room to fuck it up and Xavier was a bit, well, scared.
But then Gaspard let himself be kissed. Not a casual kiss, because they’d shared those before, as friends. No, Gaspard was letting Xavier kiss him like he’d wanted to from that first moment. He’d been so charmed, he’d have done anything. Nothing had changed.
Gaspard kisses back, with his tongue touching cautiously against Xavier’s lips and then brushing past them. Xavier sighs and groans, like it’s been forever. He pulls back and laughs at himself, all nerves and sharp edges. There’s a smile, earnest and honest and happy, as Gaspard brushes a bit of his hair off his forehead even though it will only fall back into his eyes later.
He’s hard like he hasn’t gotten laid since they met, or something, which is an outrageous exaggeration. But, fuck him, it feels like none of that matters or counts because when Gaspard pulls off his shirt he can feel every nerve light up with sparks. It’s there in their kisses too, like nothing he’s ever felt or wanted.
They wander around the place in states of undress all the time, but Gaspard’s looking at his naked chest and half-open fly with the widest eyes. But Xavier can’t stop touching the fine curls that cover his chest and travel down his belly, and he’s not even going to try. They’re soft and maybe it’s weird, because it’s sort of like petting but he’s allowed. And maybe that’s it, Xavier almost wants to ask. He’s been looking every chance he got, but maybe Gaspard hasn’t even given himself that much permission.
He straddles Gaspard’s legs and is maybe a little clumsy grabbing him by the wrist.
“I want to show you something,” Xavier explains. Then he drags his tongue up Gaspard’s palm, tasting the salt of his sweat. He draws the point of it up one finger before kissing the tip and pushing it past his lips.
“Oh,” Gaspard says, in the softest tone of voice.
He moves his hand, fingers pushing against Xavier’s tongue toward the back of his throat. Xavier twists his tongue around and between them, touching the folds of skin on top of thick knuckles and the edge of cuticle and nail. When Gaspard reaches far enough, fingers touching that empty open space at the back of his throat, Xavier sucks until his cheeks hollow out.
Gaspard makes a little sound like a squeak. The mood breaks suddenly with both of them laughing. But it’s not nervous, not anymore, and any doubt about where this is going has disappeared. Wet fingers linger on Xavier’s lips, tracing the edges. He purses his lips in a kiss against them. Then, as he leans in, Gaspard pulls him in.
Touch Me 2/2
Date: 2011-04-28 05:03 pm (UTC)Gaspard’s hands are big, but he touches Xavier so softly that it’s barely a touch at all. It almost tickles as his brushes the Xavier’s sides below his ribs. He touches the sharp edge of his hips and Xavier pushes his jeans and underwear as far as he can without getting off Gaspard’s lap.
He wants to ask for it, wants to beg, wants to demand. But he’s still afraid to scare Gaspard off and words that should come easily are caught in his throat.
“Can I?” Gaspard says. His words are so soft and swallowed up that Xavier wouldn’t hear them unless he was as close as he is.
“Oh, fuck, yes, yes please,” the words suddenly burst forth. “Shit, yes, touch me, Gaspard, please, please.”
He’s still careful, though, but the softness is so different from any way Xavier’s ever been touched. He can’t help feeling, well, special. Gaspard touches him like he’s new and unique, tracing every part of his dick from crown to root. It’s such a faint touch, but Xavier can’t keep his eyes open through it. Of course, the way Gaspard is looking at him, so wide-eyed and intent, he can’t keep his eyes closed either. After a moment of doubt, he realizes with relief that he doesn’t have to be self-conscious around Gaspard.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” he moans.
With anyone else, he would be embarrassed, but Gaspard kisses his throat as it shakes with the sounds he makes. It's so perfect he can't believe it's happening. Then Gaspard pushes him back down against the bed, mouth moving down his collarbone and chest in open kisses. Oh, this is is definitely happening, he realizes as Gaspard licks up the length of his hard dick.
He can't keep in the moaning that comes as Gaspard kisses him all over. Or the laughter when he realizes how Gaspard is just copying what he did to his fingers a moment earlier. Right down to the swirl of his tongue that makes Xavier thrust his hips and lose his mind simultaneously.
Gaspard is good, his mouth hot and tight on Xavier's cock. Xavier squirms against the sheets, begging for more with the movements of his body. The edge is right there, then, and he knows he doesn't want it. This should last longer and, fuck, if he comes in Gaspard's mouth, even with warning, he'll never get here again.
"Wait, stop, stop," he begs. And Gaspard freezes and pulls up.
"What? What?" he asks, looking panic-striken.
Xavier laughs, cups Gaspard's face in both hands and pulls him up for a kiss.
"It was too good," he says.
The look of total confusion makes him smile and he kisses Gaspard with a mouth full of laugher and apologies. He lifts his hips, grinding them up against Gaspard's. Not quite as good, but the weight of Gaspard on him and the heat of their cocks grinding against each other. Big hands are pulling off his jeans and their both kicking, struggling to get naked faster.
There's no time for something more, but Xavier likes the way Gaspard spreads his legs with his knees. His fingers seem to fit just right in the twists of his curls. They move together, jerkily for a moment, but Xavier can't keep still. He bucks and thrusts, pushing back on the mattress against his shoulders. Gaspard follows his lead, kissing him with teeth bared and grinding down hard enough to pin him down. They're both desperately close, like they haven't gotten off in days or weeks or months.
Shutting his eyes and clenching his teeth do nothing to stop it. Thighs shaking and ragged fingernails digging into Gaspard's back, Xavier comes with a muffled, wordless shout. He's boneless and soft as Gaspard presses into him with hungry, needy kisses and sharp, short thrusts.
"Xavier," Gaspard gasps against his cheek. He collapses, then, feverishly hot and heavy.
He rolls away and Xavier shifts the sweat-damp spot in the sheets. They look at each other once, twice, and then laugh. And then kiss.
Xavier wipes a hand through the slippery mess on his stomach and is happy for it.
"Shall we do this again tomorrow?" he asks.
"Yes, please," Gaspard answers.
Xavier is charmed. He knows he would do anything, and he'd like it too.
Re: Touch Me 2/2
Date: 2011-04-28 05:41 pm (UTC)Re: Touch Me 2/2
Date: 2011-04-28 08:37 pm (UTC)Re: Touch Me 2/2
Date: 2011-04-29 09:43 pm (UTC)just
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Re: Touch Me 2/2
Date: 2011-04-30 09:32 pm (UTC)so many props for you, anon.