Outside a Cloud is Forming
Title: Outside a Cloud is Forming
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Alex Roy/Toby McAllister
Rating: NC-17
Summary: “Why? It’s fun out here,” Alex laughs, and Toby’s skin tastes like salt and chlorine.
Disclaimer: don't own the characters don't steal etc title and cut belong to Plain White T's
A/N: this was originally a drabble prompt (pool sex because I don’t ever read a fic with pool sex) from lydia but then i kind of ran away with it and yep here we are
tumblr is here, br0.
cum tell me what you think i will not be appreciative if you read it and then make like a tree and leaf.
Alex pushes Toby against the side of the pool, arms bracketing him in. He presses his lips to the edge of his jaw, kisses down his neck and drags his teeth along his collarbone. Toby tips his head back against the edge, eyes closing as soft noises bubble out of his throat.
“We should,” he says, biting his lip as Alex sucks a bruise onto the skin. “Go inside,”
He feels him grinning against his skin, pressing their hips flush together. “Why? It’s fun out here,” Alex laughs, and Toby’s skin tastes like salt and chlorine. There’s a rumbling in the clouds, hanging low in the sky and it’s definitely going to rain soon.
Toby’s hair is wet and curling, and he opens his mouth for Alex when he kisses him deep and curves his hands around the back of his head, tugging light at curled locks. He mouth tastes like chlorine too, from when he opened his mouth under the water. He licks away at the taste until the only thing he can taste is coffee and cigarettes and Toby.
It starts raining while they kiss, and more thunder rumbles in the distance. Toby blinks when Alex pulls back again, trailing kisses along his cheeks and jaw line, gasping for air as he goes, “Is it safe to fuck in a pool during a thunder storm?”
Water drips from his hair and into his eyes; Alex blinks and smiles, kissing his lips, hot repetitive kisses that make Toby’s insides twist and turn slowly to liquid with want. “As long as there isn’t lightning,” he says against his jaw, words vibrating on hot air into his skin.
His hands move from his hair, cupping either side of his neck and then down, sliding over expanses of wet skin to rest on his hips. The water in the pool is warm, raindrops bouncing off the surface before sinking below. Alex pulls at the swimming shorts that Toby’s wearing, undoing the drawstring in the front while he keeps his lips busy. They sink down to the bottom of the pool, and Alex curls his hand around Toby’s cock, making his hips jerk forward and gasp in surprise.
“Jesus,” he mutters, opening his eyes only to blink rapidly against the rain. Alex leans forward, pressing his lips to Toby’s shoulder as he jerks him off slowly. It feels different under the water, different pressure and something more.
His teeth graze across skin, drops of water clinging to his lips and making his skin wet and slippery. Alex lets go of him, pulling the drawstring on his own swimming shorts and pushing them down until he can kick them off.
Both of their shorts float up to the surface a short distance away, unnoticed by the two men. Alex’s hands slide from Toby’s hips down to his ass, squeezing and then lifting him easily in the water til he wraps his legs around his hips, arms looped around his boyfriends neck.
“Tobes,” Alex says, pressing him against the wall with his hips. Their cocks slide together in the water; his hands skim back up, one resting on his jawline and the other brushing over his nipples. Toby turns his head to the side, so Alex’s thumb is pressed against his lips. He flicks his tongue out over it, draws his thumb into his mouth, and Alex’s eyes are stuck on his the whole time. He moans, shifts his hand and replaces his thumb with two fingers. Toby rubs his tongue over the pads of his fingers, coats them in spit. His teeth graze over the first and second knuckles as Alex takes his hand back.
Alex presses two fingers in at the same time. His back arches, lips pressing to his shoulder. He pants, breath hot against his skin. He smells like rain and chlorine and cigarette smoke; Toby’s teeth graze his skin and he gasps and blinks against the rain. Alex twists his wrist and he shakes, legs tightening around his waist. “Alex,” he gasps, turning his face to press his lips to his neck. “Please.”
He says, “Yeah?” and Toby nods, breath coming in short, jumpy gasps.
“Please,” he says again, leaving a bite on his neck. Alex replaces his fingers with his cock. Toby bites his lip, closing his eyes and makes a high pitched whine. His hips press him against the wall, pool water up to mid-chest where they’re standing.
A moan rumbles up from Toby’s chest, echoed back a second later by thunder rumbling in the clouds. It makes Alex smile breathlessly, rolling his hips slow and dirty under the water. He ducks his head, lips brushing the line of Toby’s shoulder, muttering something into his wet skin. One of Toby’s hands grips the edge of the pool, knuckles turning white and muscles standing out as Alex’s hips move faster in more sure, determined strokes.
His head falls back against the side of the pool, lips parted as he moans, deep and low. He doesn’t register the rain anymore (anymore neither of them do) as his hips rock in counterpoint to Alex’s. He made noises at every thrust; Alex was slightly quieter, making soft noises in the back of his throat.
Alex’s hand dips under the surface of the water, angling between their bodies for Toby’s cock. His head throws back, teeth digging into his lip and eyes shut tight. His body tenses and his back arches with a soft cry of Alex!. He groans when Alex keeps thrusting; it feels so good, just bordering on too much and oversensitive. One last thrust and he moans, biting Toby’s shoulder as his hips stutter and then still.
It keeps raining; when Toby’s legs drop down from his waist to touch the bottom of the pool he grins weakly, arms looped around Alex’s neck again. There’s a clap of thunder in the distance, and Alex turns his head just on time to see lightning streak it’s way across the sky.
“We should go in,” he says, pushing his hair out of his eyes. It flops forward again, and Toby laughs, pushing it away again. “I don’t know about you, but personally I wouldn’t say no to a hot shower.”
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Alex Roy/Toby McAllister
Rating: NC-17
Summary: “Why? It’s fun out here,” Alex laughs, and Toby’s skin tastes like salt and chlorine.
Disclaimer: don't own the characters don't steal etc title and cut belong to Plain White T's
A/N: this was originally a drabble prompt (pool sex because I don’t ever read a fic with pool sex) from lydia but then i kind of ran away with it and yep here we are
tumblr is here, br0.
cum tell me what you think i will not be appreciative if you read it and then make like a tree and leaf.
Alex pushes Toby against the side of the pool, arms bracketing him in. He presses his lips to the edge of his jaw, kisses down his neck and drags his teeth along his collarbone. Toby tips his head back against the edge, eyes closing as soft noises bubble out of his throat.
“We should,” he says, biting his lip as Alex sucks a bruise onto the skin. “Go inside,”
He feels him grinning against his skin, pressing their hips flush together. “Why? It’s fun out here,” Alex laughs, and Toby’s skin tastes like salt and chlorine. There’s a rumbling in the clouds, hanging low in the sky and it’s definitely going to rain soon.
Toby’s hair is wet and curling, and he opens his mouth for Alex when he kisses him deep and curves his hands around the back of his head, tugging light at curled locks. He mouth tastes like chlorine too, from when he opened his mouth under the water. He licks away at the taste until the only thing he can taste is coffee and cigarettes and Toby.
It starts raining while they kiss, and more thunder rumbles in the distance. Toby blinks when Alex pulls back again, trailing kisses along his cheeks and jaw line, gasping for air as he goes, “Is it safe to fuck in a pool during a thunder storm?”
Water drips from his hair and into his eyes; Alex blinks and smiles, kissing his lips, hot repetitive kisses that make Toby’s insides twist and turn slowly to liquid with want. “As long as there isn’t lightning,” he says against his jaw, words vibrating on hot air into his skin.
His hands move from his hair, cupping either side of his neck and then down, sliding over expanses of wet skin to rest on his hips. The water in the pool is warm, raindrops bouncing off the surface before sinking below. Alex pulls at the swimming shorts that Toby’s wearing, undoing the drawstring in the front while he keeps his lips busy. They sink down to the bottom of the pool, and Alex curls his hand around Toby’s cock, making his hips jerk forward and gasp in surprise.
“Jesus,” he mutters, opening his eyes only to blink rapidly against the rain. Alex leans forward, pressing his lips to Toby’s shoulder as he jerks him off slowly. It feels different under the water, different pressure and something more.
His teeth graze across skin, drops of water clinging to his lips and making his skin wet and slippery. Alex lets go of him, pulling the drawstring on his own swimming shorts and pushing them down until he can kick them off.
Both of their shorts float up to the surface a short distance away, unnoticed by the two men. Alex’s hands slide from Toby’s hips down to his ass, squeezing and then lifting him easily in the water til he wraps his legs around his hips, arms looped around his boyfriends neck.
“Tobes,” Alex says, pressing him against the wall with his hips. Their cocks slide together in the water; his hands skim back up, one resting on his jawline and the other brushing over his nipples. Toby turns his head to the side, so Alex’s thumb is pressed against his lips. He flicks his tongue out over it, draws his thumb into his mouth, and Alex’s eyes are stuck on his the whole time. He moans, shifts his hand and replaces his thumb with two fingers. Toby rubs his tongue over the pads of his fingers, coats them in spit. His teeth graze over the first and second knuckles as Alex takes his hand back.
Alex presses two fingers in at the same time. His back arches, lips pressing to his shoulder. He pants, breath hot against his skin. He smells like rain and chlorine and cigarette smoke; Toby’s teeth graze his skin and he gasps and blinks against the rain. Alex twists his wrist and he shakes, legs tightening around his waist. “Alex,” he gasps, turning his face to press his lips to his neck. “Please.”
He says, “Yeah?” and Toby nods, breath coming in short, jumpy gasps.
“Please,” he says again, leaving a bite on his neck. Alex replaces his fingers with his cock. Toby bites his lip, closing his eyes and makes a high pitched whine. His hips press him against the wall, pool water up to mid-chest where they’re standing.
A moan rumbles up from Toby’s chest, echoed back a second later by thunder rumbling in the clouds. It makes Alex smile breathlessly, rolling his hips slow and dirty under the water. He ducks his head, lips brushing the line of Toby’s shoulder, muttering something into his wet skin. One of Toby’s hands grips the edge of the pool, knuckles turning white and muscles standing out as Alex’s hips move faster in more sure, determined strokes.
His head falls back against the side of the pool, lips parted as he moans, deep and low. He doesn’t register the rain anymore (anymore neither of them do) as his hips rock in counterpoint to Alex’s. He made noises at every thrust; Alex was slightly quieter, making soft noises in the back of his throat.
Alex’s hand dips under the surface of the water, angling between their bodies for Toby’s cock. His head throws back, teeth digging into his lip and eyes shut tight. His body tenses and his back arches with a soft cry of Alex!. He groans when Alex keeps thrusting; it feels so good, just bordering on too much and oversensitive. One last thrust and he moans, biting Toby’s shoulder as his hips stutter and then still.
It keeps raining; when Toby’s legs drop down from his waist to touch the bottom of the pool he grins weakly, arms looped around Alex’s neck again. There’s a clap of thunder in the distance, and Alex turns his head just on time to see lightning streak it’s way across the sky.
“We should go in,” he says, pushing his hair out of his eyes. It flops forward again, and Toby laughs, pushing it away again. “I don’t know about you, but personally I wouldn’t say no to a hot shower.”