What are friends for?
Title: What are friends for?
Summary: blowjobs are fun
Rated: NC-17
Pairing: Gabe Saporta/Pete Wentz
Gabe was confused as Pete climed and straddled his lap, planting bites and kisses along his neck and jaw. He leans away only to tug his shirt off, tossing it somewehre out of the way and working to pull Gabe's off too.
Gabe obliges, lifting his arms and letting the shirt slide away from his skin. Pete presses their lips together forcefully, there's nothing sweet about it, nothing slow or soft. Pete claws at Gabe's sides as their hips crash together, Gabe groaning and cupping Pete's ass to pull him closer.
Pete pushes at Gabe's chest to break the kiss, pulling back only to suck harshly at his pulse while belts are unbuckled and buttons popped. Gabe moans low as Pete bites down, scraping his teeth along the tan flesh as he simultaneously curls a hand around the base of Gabe's dick. He pumps him slowly, pulling back to watch the way Gabe's eyes flutter and his mouth drops open, before sliding out of his lap. Down to his knees, licking along Gabe's length, tongue wet and heavy.
Pete presses his tongue hot and flat against Gabe's tip, tasting him, before sucking him into hollowed cheeks. Gabe's noises grow louder and his hand slide through Pete's ironed hair, making it stand up in odd directions, but for once Pete doesn't care. He just takes Gabe further, slowly, swallowing around him when he can't take anymore.
Gabe's hips snap up, choking, making Pete's eyes water, but he just pulls up slowly before bobbing back down. Pete sets a rhythm, pressing back into Gabe's fingers then down, feeling him slide against the slightest brush of teeth. Gabe groans and pushes his hips up again though Pete's hands are gripping hard on his hips as a warning. Pete stops when Gabe bucks again, pulling back to just suck lightly around the head of his cock. Gabe's groans again and tugs at Pete's hair, trying to pull him down, but Pete doesn't move.
So Gabe does, pushing his hips, fucking up into Pete's mouth. Pete lets him, hollowing his cheeks and humming low around him. He lets Gabe's dick push in further and deeper, making him gag lightly, but Pete's eyes are blown and heavily lidded, watching Gabe unwind, enjoying the feel of his lips stretched to their fullest.
Pete lets a hand slip from Gabe's hips, snaking it into his own tight jeans and stroking himself quick and dirty, moaning again as Gabe slips just too far in. Gabe cries out, mumbled curses and a little Spanish, cumming deep inside Pete's throat. Pete pulls away on instinct, off-white streaks staining his lips and his cheek, but he just moans and let's himself spill over his hand. Not even coming down until he notices Gabe wiping lightly at his cheek with one of their shirts.
"Dude, is that my shirt?" Pete asks, voice rough and cracking slightly.
Gabe smirks down at him, "Probably."
Pete just huffs and leans his head on Gabe's knee, smiling up at him, "Dick."
"Asshole." Gabe answers without hesitation, and they just laugh because what are friends for?
Summary: blowjobs are fun
Rated: NC-17
Pairing: Gabe Saporta/Pete Wentz
Gabe was confused as Pete climed and straddled his lap, planting bites and kisses along his neck and jaw. He leans away only to tug his shirt off, tossing it somewehre out of the way and working to pull Gabe's off too.
Gabe obliges, lifting his arms and letting the shirt slide away from his skin. Pete presses their lips together forcefully, there's nothing sweet about it, nothing slow or soft. Pete claws at Gabe's sides as their hips crash together, Gabe groaning and cupping Pete's ass to pull him closer.
Pete pushes at Gabe's chest to break the kiss, pulling back only to suck harshly at his pulse while belts are unbuckled and buttons popped. Gabe moans low as Pete bites down, scraping his teeth along the tan flesh as he simultaneously curls a hand around the base of Gabe's dick. He pumps him slowly, pulling back to watch the way Gabe's eyes flutter and his mouth drops open, before sliding out of his lap. Down to his knees, licking along Gabe's length, tongue wet and heavy.
Pete presses his tongue hot and flat against Gabe's tip, tasting him, before sucking him into hollowed cheeks. Gabe's noises grow louder and his hand slide through Pete's ironed hair, making it stand up in odd directions, but for once Pete doesn't care. He just takes Gabe further, slowly, swallowing around him when he can't take anymore.
Gabe's hips snap up, choking, making Pete's eyes water, but he just pulls up slowly before bobbing back down. Pete sets a rhythm, pressing back into Gabe's fingers then down, feeling him slide against the slightest brush of teeth. Gabe groans and pushes his hips up again though Pete's hands are gripping hard on his hips as a warning. Pete stops when Gabe bucks again, pulling back to just suck lightly around the head of his cock. Gabe's groans again and tugs at Pete's hair, trying to pull him down, but Pete doesn't move.
So Gabe does, pushing his hips, fucking up into Pete's mouth. Pete lets him, hollowing his cheeks and humming low around him. He lets Gabe's dick push in further and deeper, making him gag lightly, but Pete's eyes are blown and heavily lidded, watching Gabe unwind, enjoying the feel of his lips stretched to their fullest.
Pete lets a hand slip from Gabe's hips, snaking it into his own tight jeans and stroking himself quick and dirty, moaning again as Gabe slips just too far in. Gabe cries out, mumbled curses and a little Spanish, cumming deep inside Pete's throat. Pete pulls away on instinct, off-white streaks staining his lips and his cheek, but he just moans and let's himself spill over his hand. Not even coming down until he notices Gabe wiping lightly at his cheek with one of their shirts.
"Dude, is that my shirt?" Pete asks, voice rough and cracking slightly.
Gabe smirks down at him, "Probably."
Pete just huffs and leans his head on Gabe's knee, smiling up at him, "Dick."
"Asshole." Gabe answers without hesitation, and they just laugh because what are friends for?