In Which it's Valentine's Day and Gabe Buys Alex Roses
Title: In Which it's Valentine's Day and Gabe Buys Alex Roses
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Gabex (Gabe Saporta/Alex Gaskarth)
Rating: this is rated adults only XXXXXXXXXXX. NC-17 bro.
Summary: He presses a light kiss to Gabe’s lips before he takes the coffee, completely silent as he drinks it before he announces, “I think I’m allergic to roses.”
Disclaimer: I shouldn't have told Gabe to buy Alex roses for Valentine's day. Whoops, my bad.
Dedication: This is for my lovely lovely lovely Jamie, and I'm incredibly pleased to be taking her sex pollen virginity.
A/N: hi. um, jeez. wow. this was... so much fucking fun to write you have no idea. um, this is written for the Valentine's Day contest and the strange pairings contest and i suppose it could even be written for the kink contest for... over stimulation or something? idk, it's written for the contests. I've actually been planning this since before Christmas, although when I originially had the idea it was for a Jalex and not Gabex but then someone suggest Gabex and I was like ooooh~
so here we are.
tumblr is here, br0.
come sexually harras my message box. it's into that kind of thing~
On the fourteenth of February Gabe takes his time climbing the stairs to his and Alex's flat, shoulder bag slung over his left shoulder and holding a bouquet of roses in his right hand. He hums quietly to himself, imagining Alex cooking the spaghetti they agreed on, mainly because it's pretty much the only thing Alex knows how to cook.
He opens the door quietly, closing it with a soft click as he slides his feet out of the purple vans he was wearing, dropping his bag to the floor next to the shoes. He pads through the living room, putting the roses on the kitchen table before he wraps his arms around Alex from behind, pressing a kiss into his hair and murmuring "Surprise!"
Alex laughs and grins inanely; drops the wooden spoon he was holding to twist around in Gabe's arms, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.
"You're home early!" he says, delighted, wriggling his way out of his boyfriends grip so he can lean forward and dip his finger into the spaghetti sauce before pushing it between Gabe's lips to taste. "Good? Is it missing something?"
Gabe sucks on his finger, probably (definitely) in a way that’s more sexual than Alex meant. "Basil, maybe. Or salt," he says when Alex pulls his finger out of his mouth and raps the front of his chest with his knuckles.
"Save it for later," he laughs, picking the spoon up and running it under cold water before using it to stir the sauce as he adds a few more basil leaves. Whatever, the floor is clean anyway.
"Oh!" Gabe says, turning around, and Alex makes a questioning noise, turning around in time to see him holding out the bouquet of roses.
"Oh," Alex says, and smiles bright, reaching forward to take it from Gabe's hands. He leans forward, deeply inhaling the floral scent. "They're great! Beautiful," he murmurs, and then blinks a few times, sneezing. He looks surprised for a second, sneezes again and then laughs, pressing a kiss to Gabe's lips. "I love them."
"De nada," Gabe laughs, pleased that Alex likes them so much. "I'll get a vase, yeah?" he says, moving around the kitchen to get a vase and then fill it with water, unwrapping the flowers and then putting them in.
Alex turns around and admires the flowers in the vase. "No one’s ever bought me roses before," he muses, taking a few steps forward to kiss Gabe again. "Help me dish this out, and then I can give you your Valentine’s Day gift," he says with a coy smile, his lips turning up in a knowing smirk.
Gabe laughs and nods, his hand snaking down and grabbing Alex's ass before he moved to the cupboard to get plates.
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It's about an hour and a half later, and Gabe and Alex are on the couch, Alex's legs draped across Gabe's lap. There’s an almost completely empty bottle of wine on the table in front of them, and some RomCom is playing on the TV, serving more as background noise then actual entertainment while Alex and Gabe cuddle and talk and kiss.
Alex tucks his head in between Gabe's neck and shoulder, dozing a bit as the food and wine run through his system. "I feel a little -" He mumbles into Gabe's neck, pressing open mouthed kisses to tanned skin and Gabe laughs, shifting out from under Alex. "I'll be right back," he says, standing up and stretching. "I just need to pee." Alex whines in protest, stretching out over the couch like a cat, his shoulders rolling under the Glamour Kills shirt he's wearing.
When Gabe gets back, under five minutes later, Alex has apparently gone to get another bottle of wine or something, because he definitely isn't on the couch watching Valentine’s Day (Alex’s choice in movie, not Gabe’s).
Gabe shrugs and stretches out over the couch, looking in the general direction of the sofa. "Alejandro?" he calls out, teasing him with his Spanish name and he hears Alex say something in response although he isn't actually one hundred percent sure on what it is he says.
All of a sudden, Gabe has Alex in his lap, Alex's lips on his and his hands pressing into his chest, into his hair, and when Gabe pulls away, Alex blinks at him, and his pupils are kind of really dilated like they've been making out for an hour instead of a minute or so. "Hey -" Gabe says, but Alex cuts him off, pressing his lips urgently against his, one hand tightening in his hair to keep him there.
Gabe puts his hands on Alex hips, moving them up to his shoulders so he can push him away, and then after a second thought shifts them around so Alex is underneath him, one of his thighs in between Alex's legs and he's honestly more than a little surprised that his boyfriend is completely hard against his leg. He cups Alex's face in his hands and Alex purrs, tipping his face into the touch. "Alex - are you -?" he asks, not quite sure what it is he's asking, but Alex half whines, half hums, rutting up against his thigh.
"I just -" Alex says, his eyes helplessly wide, pupils blown and his voice has the same breathy quality it does when Gabe's about to fuck him. "I need -" he breaks off again, rolling his hips up into Gabe's and makes an appreciative noise.
Gabe moves his hands, blinks down at him although he doesn't move his leg, keeps it a steady pressure against Alex's crotch as he ruts up against him. He puts one hand on Alex's hip to balance himself, right where his t-shirt has ridden up, and Alex keens, pressing into the touch. "I need skin," he gasps, his hands flying up to tug at Gabe's shirt, his pants, just trying to get his clothes off.
Gabe bats Alex's hands away, pulls his t shirt over his head and there is literally a heartbeat between his shirt hitting the floor and Alex's hands running up his toned chest, mapping out familiar skin again.
He tugs at Alex's shirt, pulls it over his head and tosses it down to the floor before he's leaning forwards again, pressing them chest-to-chest, skin-to-skin. Alex moans, his hands curved around Gabe's shoulders, flexing restlessly. His skin is prickling all over and it's hot, and he rolls his hips (his back, his shoulders) trying to calm it down, cool down, something. It feels good where Gabe's skin is touching his, arching into it, trying to get more.
Gabe watches Alex, half fascinated, half worried about his boyfriend. He leans down and slots their lips together, lets Alex control the kiss, his tongue sliding wet and needy into Gabe's mouth, pressing and licking and tasting.
Alex pulls back, his hands pushing between their bodies to fumble at Gabe's jeans, trying to undo the button and zipper. Gabe shakes his head, gets up off of Alex and Alex whines, making this broken noise that simultaneously makes Gabe want to laugh and crawl back on top of him and kiss him till he can't breathe.
"There is not enough space here. We'll break something, -" Gabe says in a soothing voice, tugging Alex up to his feet and then pushing him in the direction of their bedroom, staying close at his heels, hands heavy on his hips because apparently touch is keeping Alex balanced on that fine line between crazed with need and desperate. The second they're close enough to the bed, Alex twists around in Gabe's arms, pulls him backwards until they fall in a mess of arms and legs onto the bed, Alex's lips touching anything he can of Gabe's (his lips, his jaw, his neck, his skin.)
The few seconds he needed to look around the room tells Gabe that Alex didn't purposely take the Spanish fly or some other type of aphrodisiac because there are different sized candles littered around the room and (what looks like) massage oil on the bedside table, so Alex presumably had something more romantic than his libido going crazy planned for tonight.
"Jesus, Alex." Gabe breathes when he pulls back a little, undoing his belt and pulling off his jeans because Alex was trying to just get them off without undoing them or anything, and Gabe Saporta wears his pants too tight to get them off just like that, gosh.
"I need -," Alex whines in return, lifting his hips off the bed so Gabe can get his pants off, and Gabe is slightly amused at the fact that Alex isn't wearing underwear. He leans back over him, pushing him down on his back and balancing himself on his forearms so he can kiss Alex deep and filthy.
His left hand rummages in the top drawer on Alex's side of the bed, fingers closing around a bottle of lube. It's a little heavier than Gabe remembers it, so Alex must have bought a new one or something.
He drizzles some onto his hand, smoothes it around and then wraps it around Alex's cock, tugging a few times and watches Alex arch his hips into it, soft breathy noises escaping his mouth.
Gabe takes his hand back, shifts back so he's sitting on his heels. Alex whines again, high pitched at the loss in contact, so Gabe rubs his thigh gently with his nonsticky hand for a moment before he drizzles a little more lube on his hand and spreads it around on his fingers. He presses two into Alex, completely skipping one, a) because Alex looks like he needs at least two and b) Gabe knows that Alex likes the stretchburnpain of taking two right off the top.
Alex's hips start working back against Gabe's hand immediately, desperate little gasps coming out of his mouth every time Gabe thrusts them in. Gabriel gives Alex's body a minute before he adds a third finger, curling and uncurling them inside of him. The purple haired man moans, rolling his hips into it, until Gabe is less stretching him and more fingerfucking him, because that is basically what's going on here, that's what Alex is making it sound like.
Gabe brings his free hand down to palm himself through his boxers, because he's hard, you'd have to be fucking asexual or something not to be crazy turned on by Alex right now, practically doing all the work as he fucks back onto Gabe's hand and moans like it's his job.
There's no warning when he comes, a high pitched whine emitting from his throat as he streaks white up his stomach and chest. Gabe bites his lip, and he's barely pulled his fingers out of Alex's body when Alex is up again, climbing into Gabe's lap and kissing him, deep and like he can't help himself, sucking on Gabe's tongue and biting at his lips. Gabe's even more amazed by the fact that Alex is still hard after just coming.
Alex pushes Gabe down on his back, his hands roaming across his chest as he continues to kiss him, their hips rolling rhythmically together.
There’s a wet noise when Alex pulls their lips apart, shimmying down Gabe's body very cobra like as he pulls his boxers down, kneeling in between his boyfriends legs. He's swallowing Gabe's cock down before Gabe has even realized what's going on, tonguing at the head. Gabe's hands are moving without his permission, one down to tangle in Alex's hair, tugging at the purple strands and pushing him further down onto his cock, the other up to grip the headboard. Gabe forces his eyes to stay open, watches Alex go down on him like a fucking pornstar or something, moaning and hollowing his cheeks out and fuck.
And then Alex fucking deep throats him, and he's never fucking done that before, Jesus Christ whatever it is that's gotten Alex into this state had also taken away his gag reflex because Alex just swallows around him, nose pressed to the black curls at the base of his dick and holy shit that means that Gabe's entire cock is in his mouth.
Shit. And fuck. And damn. And shit.
Alex inhales slowly, one hand resting on Gabe's thigh, thumb brushing back and forth rhythmically and he probably doesn't even realize he's doing it. His entire world is spinning on its axis right now, and its center is Gabe; Gabe's hands, Gabe's hips, Gabe's cock. He inhales deep, and the only thing he can smell is this, this masculine blend of sweat and sex and Gabe, it smells so fucking good that Alex moans, his other hand going down between his own legs as he jerks his own cock a few times, moaning again. When Alex swallows around him again, Gabe throws his head back so hard that he possibly sprains his neck.
"Jesus fuck Alexander fucking -" Gabe gasps, hips bucking up on their own accord, fucking deeper into Alex's throat. Alex moans around him, hollows his cheeks out and runs his tongue across the vein as he draws back, lifting his eyes to look up at Gabe's face. Their eyes meet for a split second, and then Alex sucks at the head of Gabe's dick like it's a fucking Tootsie Pop or Chupa Chup or something and Gabe's hips buck up hard, coming into Alex's mouth and down his throat and Alex rocks his hips into the mattress, moaning deep and low.
He swallows Gabe's cum, licks his lips and then licks Gabe clean, and when Gabe can finally open his eyes again and the rushing sound in his ears has finally died down he sees Alex hovering over him, jerking himself off over his hip and there is a string of saliva and cum going down his chin but he hasn't even noticed apparently, just moans and goes slack jawed as he comes for the second time in under half an hour.
Alex still isn't finished after that though, Gabe is shocked and amazed and impressed to find that Alex is still hard. He pulls him down to kiss him lazily and curls his hand around his still-hard cock, murmuring, "Fuck, really?" his voice low and sated like it always is right after he comes. Jesus, he can barely form words anymore, considering Alex pretty much sucked his brain out through his cock.
Alex comes three more times before Gabe can even get it up again (once with Gabe's hand on his cock and once with Gabe's mouth on his cock and once with Gabe's tongue in his ass), because Alex may have no need to even go soft anymore but Gabe isn't fifteen anymore, he's getting old (even though he still looks twenty) and he needs a little bit of recovery time, dammit.
“Lex,” Gabe says, his voice a little hoarse because Alex pretty much just fucked his throat. Alex's eyes light up like a fucking Christmas tree when he realizes that Gabe is hard again (finally, thank fuck). "I want you to fuck me," he breathes eyes wide, more coherent and less crazy looking then they were before he came five times in a row. He still looks hopped up on Viagra or Spanish fly or some type of aphrodisiac, though.
He reaches around, shuffling through the covers to find the bottle of lube that Gabe used earlier, and Gabe looks too, holding it up once he's found it and, hey, this is new, this isn't the one they usually have.
"Are there... warming beads in this?" he asks, quirking an eyebrow at Alex. Alex doesn’t miss a beat, leaning forward and snatching the bottle out of his hands.
"It sounds fun," he purrs, lips curved up in this wicked smirk as he pours some over his fingers, curling his hand around Gabe's cock and squeezing light before he tugs a few times, coating it in lube. He pours more onto his fingers and lays back again, drawings his knees up and planting his feet flat on the bed before he presses three fingers into himself because he needs something in him right fucking now and Gabe seems have the same mindset as the turtle in the one story about the rabbit and the race and something about slower is faster.
"Cumguzzling slut." Gabe mutters and rolls his eyes, shifting up the bed and tapping the back of Alex's knee so that he presses it up to his chest and then over Gabe's shoulder, and Jesus, if music doesn’t end up working out for him he could always join the circus because Alex is fucking bendy. He lines up and catches Alex's eye briefly before Alex whines and wraps his other leg around Gabe's lower back, pulling him forward until the muscle gives and it's just one slick slide of hotgoodhot until he bottoms out, weight balanced by his arms on either side of Alex's head.
Alex is already rolling his hips back, one hand up and curved around the back of Gabe’s neck, fingertips tugging light at his hair. “Please please please.” He begs, lips parted and moans bubbling up from his throat. This is exactly what he needs, filled up like this, close to coming apart at the seams because Gabe does that to him, knows just how to shatter him in a million pieces and then put him back together, just to do it all over again.
Gabe’s head hangs low, his thrusts matching Alex’s unintentional hip jerks, moaning and talking to Alex in rapid Spanish. Alex has no idea what he’s saying, never has any idea what he’s talking about (there’s a reason he pretty much failed high school level Spanish) but he thinks it’s hot, so fucking hot, hearing all those r’s rolling off Gabe’s tongue.
Alex comes again, and Gabe almost follows him down that road, has to bite his lip and think about dead puppies and Lindsey Lohan and William (Bilvy is hot, but not like that) because Alex’s body tightens impossibly as he comes for the - fifth? Sixth? - time that night. It takes Alex a whole of ten seconds before he’s ready to go again.
“I want - I wanna ride you,” he says, his back arching as Gabe’s hips snap forward, and he loses his train of thought because he’s pressed right up again his prostate and it’s fucking good, fucking intense. “Gabe, Gabriel.” Alex pants, his head tipped back against the pillows, and it takes a second for Gabe to process what Alex wants because he’s buried balls deep in Alex’s ass, and it’s just this hot hot heat that’s making his head spin.
He pulls out and Alex regrets asking for this for a split second, but then he’s flipping Gabe over and straddling his hips, hands running up his tanned chest. He bites his lip as he sinks down his cock, head tipping back with a moan. Gabe’s hands shift from the bed sheets to Alex’s hips, gripping hard (too hard, maybe) but he can’t help it, can’t take his eyes or his hands off Alex. If he wasn’t as far gone as he was, he’d think about how lucky he is that he gets to see Alex like this, rocking his hips and tossing his head back and moaning, and he’s fucking gorgeous like this.
“Alex - Alex,” Gabe gasps, tilting his hips up at the same time as Alex grinds down and he can see (feel) his whole body shudder, arching forward with his hands clutching at Gabe’s shoulders. “Fuck, I -“ Alex leans down the short distance between him and their lips slide together, both of them too far gone to do anything besides pant hot into each other’s mouth, Alex’s breath coming out in sharp gasps and Gabe’s in quiet grunts.
“Fuck, there - God, there, so good, so good.” Alex pants, their lips still meshed together, and he’s shaking, shaking apart, Gabe can seeheartastefeel it. “So full.” He feels so good, it burns low in his gut and it aches so good because Gabe is a lot to take regularly (there is more than something about a cobra in the desert that’s telling him to sing about space ships or whatever behind the name Cobra Starship, Gabe has a fucking cobra in his pants, fuck), but it feels like when he just sinks down all the way and shifts his hips, gasping, arching.
Alex moves his hands from Gabe’s chest to his thighs, leaning back a little and this shifts the angle and rips a moan from his chest, rocking up and down on his cock. “I’m - Right there, right there, Gabe oh-“ he gasps out, and he’s shaking, shaking and losing it, Gabe can tell, he’s so close to losing it himself.
“Y-yeah, c’mon.” Gabe says, and then something else in Spanish that probably doesn’t make sense anyway, his fist closing around Alex’s cock, and Alex fucks up into his hand and then back down onto his dick in a rhythm that is so fucking perfect that he can’t anymore, he just shudders and shakes apart with Gabe’s hands on his hips and his cock being the only thing anchoring him down to anything. Gabe’s hips jerk up into Alex as he comes, fucking him through both of their orgasms, Alex’s streaking hot through his fingers and onto his chest, the most intense from that night, let alone ever.
He collapses onto Gabe’s chest after, and he’s done, he’s done, Gabe can tell, it’s just a mess of endorphins rushing around their systems. “Fuck.” He breathes quietly, and wipes his hand clean of Alex’s cum on the sheets, his hands shifting to his hips to lift him up so he can pull out. Alex whimpers, bites Gabe’s neck light and then lies down next to him, his chest rising and falling slowly, looking more well fucked then he ever has. He is going to be so sore the next morning, and Gabe almost feels bad for him, except, well, that was kind of the most amazing sex they have ever had ever.
He forces himself to get up, to go to the bathroom and get a wet cloth to wipe Alex off being he has the evidence of like, seven orgasms or something across his chest and that is really fucking gross in a really sexy way. Alex is pretty much putty in his hands, murmuring at Gabe as he wipes him off and then gets him under the covers. They both pass out in seconds.
-
They completely sleep the fifteenth of February away.
-
On the sixteenth Gabe gets out of bed at like, nine in the morning and that would be really fucking weird at any other day, but he slept for just over twentyfour hours so that’s okay. He makes coffee and drinks two mugs of it before Alex gets out of bed too, and he is stiff all over, and there are hands imprinted on his hips.
He presses a light kiss to Gabe’s lips before he takes the coffee, completely silent as he drinks it before he announces, “I think I’m allergic to roses.”
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Gabex (Gabe Saporta/Alex Gaskarth)
Rating: this is rated adults only XXXXXXXXXXX. NC-17 bro.
Summary: He presses a light kiss to Gabe’s lips before he takes the coffee, completely silent as he drinks it before he announces, “I think I’m allergic to roses.”
Disclaimer: I shouldn't have told Gabe to buy Alex roses for Valentine's day. Whoops, my bad.
Dedication: This is for my lovely lovely lovely Jamie, and I'm incredibly pleased to be taking her sex pollen virginity.
A/N: hi. um, jeez. wow. this was... so much fucking fun to write you have no idea. um, this is written for the Valentine's Day contest and the strange pairings contest and i suppose it could even be written for the kink contest for... over stimulation or something? idk, it's written for the contests. I've actually been planning this since before Christmas, although when I originially had the idea it was for a Jalex and not Gabex but then someone suggest Gabex and I was like ooooh~
so here we are.
tumblr is here, br0.
come sexually harras my message box. it's into that kind of thing~
On the fourteenth of February Gabe takes his time climbing the stairs to his and Alex's flat, shoulder bag slung over his left shoulder and holding a bouquet of roses in his right hand. He hums quietly to himself, imagining Alex cooking the spaghetti they agreed on, mainly because it's pretty much the only thing Alex knows how to cook.
He opens the door quietly, closing it with a soft click as he slides his feet out of the purple vans he was wearing, dropping his bag to the floor next to the shoes. He pads through the living room, putting the roses on the kitchen table before he wraps his arms around Alex from behind, pressing a kiss into his hair and murmuring "Surprise!"
Alex laughs and grins inanely; drops the wooden spoon he was holding to twist around in Gabe's arms, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.
"You're home early!" he says, delighted, wriggling his way out of his boyfriends grip so he can lean forward and dip his finger into the spaghetti sauce before pushing it between Gabe's lips to taste. "Good? Is it missing something?"
Gabe sucks on his finger, probably (definitely) in a way that’s more sexual than Alex meant. "Basil, maybe. Or salt," he says when Alex pulls his finger out of his mouth and raps the front of his chest with his knuckles.
"Save it for later," he laughs, picking the spoon up and running it under cold water before using it to stir the sauce as he adds a few more basil leaves. Whatever, the floor is clean anyway.
"Oh!" Gabe says, turning around, and Alex makes a questioning noise, turning around in time to see him holding out the bouquet of roses.
"Oh," Alex says, and smiles bright, reaching forward to take it from Gabe's hands. He leans forward, deeply inhaling the floral scent. "They're great! Beautiful," he murmurs, and then blinks a few times, sneezing. He looks surprised for a second, sneezes again and then laughs, pressing a kiss to Gabe's lips. "I love them."
"De nada," Gabe laughs, pleased that Alex likes them so much. "I'll get a vase, yeah?" he says, moving around the kitchen to get a vase and then fill it with water, unwrapping the flowers and then putting them in.
Alex turns around and admires the flowers in the vase. "No one’s ever bought me roses before," he muses, taking a few steps forward to kiss Gabe again. "Help me dish this out, and then I can give you your Valentine’s Day gift," he says with a coy smile, his lips turning up in a knowing smirk.
Gabe laughs and nods, his hand snaking down and grabbing Alex's ass before he moved to the cupboard to get plates.
-
It's about an hour and a half later, and Gabe and Alex are on the couch, Alex's legs draped across Gabe's lap. There’s an almost completely empty bottle of wine on the table in front of them, and some RomCom is playing on the TV, serving more as background noise then actual entertainment while Alex and Gabe cuddle and talk and kiss.
Alex tucks his head in between Gabe's neck and shoulder, dozing a bit as the food and wine run through his system. "I feel a little -" He mumbles into Gabe's neck, pressing open mouthed kisses to tanned skin and Gabe laughs, shifting out from under Alex. "I'll be right back," he says, standing up and stretching. "I just need to pee." Alex whines in protest, stretching out over the couch like a cat, his shoulders rolling under the Glamour Kills shirt he's wearing.
When Gabe gets back, under five minutes later, Alex has apparently gone to get another bottle of wine or something, because he definitely isn't on the couch watching Valentine’s Day (Alex’s choice in movie, not Gabe’s).
Gabe shrugs and stretches out over the couch, looking in the general direction of the sofa. "Alejandro?" he calls out, teasing him with his Spanish name and he hears Alex say something in response although he isn't actually one hundred percent sure on what it is he says.
All of a sudden, Gabe has Alex in his lap, Alex's lips on his and his hands pressing into his chest, into his hair, and when Gabe pulls away, Alex blinks at him, and his pupils are kind of really dilated like they've been making out for an hour instead of a minute or so. "Hey -" Gabe says, but Alex cuts him off, pressing his lips urgently against his, one hand tightening in his hair to keep him there.
Gabe puts his hands on Alex hips, moving them up to his shoulders so he can push him away, and then after a second thought shifts them around so Alex is underneath him, one of his thighs in between Alex's legs and he's honestly more than a little surprised that his boyfriend is completely hard against his leg. He cups Alex's face in his hands and Alex purrs, tipping his face into the touch. "Alex - are you -?" he asks, not quite sure what it is he's asking, but Alex half whines, half hums, rutting up against his thigh.
"I just -" Alex says, his eyes helplessly wide, pupils blown and his voice has the same breathy quality it does when Gabe's about to fuck him. "I need -" he breaks off again, rolling his hips up into Gabe's and makes an appreciative noise.
Gabe moves his hands, blinks down at him although he doesn't move his leg, keeps it a steady pressure against Alex's crotch as he ruts up against him. He puts one hand on Alex's hip to balance himself, right where his t-shirt has ridden up, and Alex keens, pressing into the touch. "I need skin," he gasps, his hands flying up to tug at Gabe's shirt, his pants, just trying to get his clothes off.
Gabe bats Alex's hands away, pulls his t shirt over his head and there is literally a heartbeat between his shirt hitting the floor and Alex's hands running up his toned chest, mapping out familiar skin again.
He tugs at Alex's shirt, pulls it over his head and tosses it down to the floor before he's leaning forwards again, pressing them chest-to-chest, skin-to-skin. Alex moans, his hands curved around Gabe's shoulders, flexing restlessly. His skin is prickling all over and it's hot, and he rolls his hips (his back, his shoulders) trying to calm it down, cool down, something. It feels good where Gabe's skin is touching his, arching into it, trying to get more.
Gabe watches Alex, half fascinated, half worried about his boyfriend. He leans down and slots their lips together, lets Alex control the kiss, his tongue sliding wet and needy into Gabe's mouth, pressing and licking and tasting.
Alex pulls back, his hands pushing between their bodies to fumble at Gabe's jeans, trying to undo the button and zipper. Gabe shakes his head, gets up off of Alex and Alex whines, making this broken noise that simultaneously makes Gabe want to laugh and crawl back on top of him and kiss him till he can't breathe.
"There is not enough space here. We'll break something, -" Gabe says in a soothing voice, tugging Alex up to his feet and then pushing him in the direction of their bedroom, staying close at his heels, hands heavy on his hips because apparently touch is keeping Alex balanced on that fine line between crazed with need and desperate. The second they're close enough to the bed, Alex twists around in Gabe's arms, pulls him backwards until they fall in a mess of arms and legs onto the bed, Alex's lips touching anything he can of Gabe's (his lips, his jaw, his neck, his skin.)
The few seconds he needed to look around the room tells Gabe that Alex didn't purposely take the Spanish fly or some other type of aphrodisiac because there are different sized candles littered around the room and (what looks like) massage oil on the bedside table, so Alex presumably had something more romantic than his libido going crazy planned for tonight.
"Jesus, Alex." Gabe breathes when he pulls back a little, undoing his belt and pulling off his jeans because Alex was trying to just get them off without undoing them or anything, and Gabe Saporta wears his pants too tight to get them off just like that, gosh.
"I need -," Alex whines in return, lifting his hips off the bed so Gabe can get his pants off, and Gabe is slightly amused at the fact that Alex isn't wearing underwear. He leans back over him, pushing him down on his back and balancing himself on his forearms so he can kiss Alex deep and filthy.
His left hand rummages in the top drawer on Alex's side of the bed, fingers closing around a bottle of lube. It's a little heavier than Gabe remembers it, so Alex must have bought a new one or something.
He drizzles some onto his hand, smoothes it around and then wraps it around Alex's cock, tugging a few times and watches Alex arch his hips into it, soft breathy noises escaping his mouth.
Gabe takes his hand back, shifts back so he's sitting on his heels. Alex whines again, high pitched at the loss in contact, so Gabe rubs his thigh gently with his nonsticky hand for a moment before he drizzles a little more lube on his hand and spreads it around on his fingers. He presses two into Alex, completely skipping one, a) because Alex looks like he needs at least two and b) Gabe knows that Alex likes the stretchburnpain of taking two right off the top.
Alex's hips start working back against Gabe's hand immediately, desperate little gasps coming out of his mouth every time Gabe thrusts them in. Gabriel gives Alex's body a minute before he adds a third finger, curling and uncurling them inside of him. The purple haired man moans, rolling his hips into it, until Gabe is less stretching him and more fingerfucking him, because that is basically what's going on here, that's what Alex is making it sound like.
Gabe brings his free hand down to palm himself through his boxers, because he's hard, you'd have to be fucking asexual or something not to be crazy turned on by Alex right now, practically doing all the work as he fucks back onto Gabe's hand and moans like it's his job.
There's no warning when he comes, a high pitched whine emitting from his throat as he streaks white up his stomach and chest. Gabe bites his lip, and he's barely pulled his fingers out of Alex's body when Alex is up again, climbing into Gabe's lap and kissing him, deep and like he can't help himself, sucking on Gabe's tongue and biting at his lips. Gabe's even more amazed by the fact that Alex is still hard after just coming.
Alex pushes Gabe down on his back, his hands roaming across his chest as he continues to kiss him, their hips rolling rhythmically together.
There’s a wet noise when Alex pulls their lips apart, shimmying down Gabe's body very cobra like as he pulls his boxers down, kneeling in between his boyfriends legs. He's swallowing Gabe's cock down before Gabe has even realized what's going on, tonguing at the head. Gabe's hands are moving without his permission, one down to tangle in Alex's hair, tugging at the purple strands and pushing him further down onto his cock, the other up to grip the headboard. Gabe forces his eyes to stay open, watches Alex go down on him like a fucking pornstar or something, moaning and hollowing his cheeks out and fuck.
And then Alex fucking deep throats him, and he's never fucking done that before, Jesus Christ whatever it is that's gotten Alex into this state had also taken away his gag reflex because Alex just swallows around him, nose pressed to the black curls at the base of his dick and holy shit that means that Gabe's entire cock is in his mouth.
Shit. And fuck. And damn. And shit.
Alex inhales slowly, one hand resting on Gabe's thigh, thumb brushing back and forth rhythmically and he probably doesn't even realize he's doing it. His entire world is spinning on its axis right now, and its center is Gabe; Gabe's hands, Gabe's hips, Gabe's cock. He inhales deep, and the only thing he can smell is this, this masculine blend of sweat and sex and Gabe, it smells so fucking good that Alex moans, his other hand going down between his own legs as he jerks his own cock a few times, moaning again. When Alex swallows around him again, Gabe throws his head back so hard that he possibly sprains his neck.
"Jesus fuck Alexander fucking -" Gabe gasps, hips bucking up on their own accord, fucking deeper into Alex's throat. Alex moans around him, hollows his cheeks out and runs his tongue across the vein as he draws back, lifting his eyes to look up at Gabe's face. Their eyes meet for a split second, and then Alex sucks at the head of Gabe's dick like it's a fucking Tootsie Pop or Chupa Chup or something and Gabe's hips buck up hard, coming into Alex's mouth and down his throat and Alex rocks his hips into the mattress, moaning deep and low.
He swallows Gabe's cum, licks his lips and then licks Gabe clean, and when Gabe can finally open his eyes again and the rushing sound in his ears has finally died down he sees Alex hovering over him, jerking himself off over his hip and there is a string of saliva and cum going down his chin but he hasn't even noticed apparently, just moans and goes slack jawed as he comes for the second time in under half an hour.
Alex still isn't finished after that though, Gabe is shocked and amazed and impressed to find that Alex is still hard. He pulls him down to kiss him lazily and curls his hand around his still-hard cock, murmuring, "Fuck, really?" his voice low and sated like it always is right after he comes. Jesus, he can barely form words anymore, considering Alex pretty much sucked his brain out through his cock.
Alex comes three more times before Gabe can even get it up again (once with Gabe's hand on his cock and once with Gabe's mouth on his cock and once with Gabe's tongue in his ass), because Alex may have no need to even go soft anymore but Gabe isn't fifteen anymore, he's getting old (even though he still looks twenty) and he needs a little bit of recovery time, dammit.
“Lex,” Gabe says, his voice a little hoarse because Alex pretty much just fucked his throat. Alex's eyes light up like a fucking Christmas tree when he realizes that Gabe is hard again (finally, thank fuck). "I want you to fuck me," he breathes eyes wide, more coherent and less crazy looking then they were before he came five times in a row. He still looks hopped up on Viagra or Spanish fly or some type of aphrodisiac, though.
He reaches around, shuffling through the covers to find the bottle of lube that Gabe used earlier, and Gabe looks too, holding it up once he's found it and, hey, this is new, this isn't the one they usually have.
"Are there... warming beads in this?" he asks, quirking an eyebrow at Alex. Alex doesn’t miss a beat, leaning forward and snatching the bottle out of his hands.
"It sounds fun," he purrs, lips curved up in this wicked smirk as he pours some over his fingers, curling his hand around Gabe's cock and squeezing light before he tugs a few times, coating it in lube. He pours more onto his fingers and lays back again, drawings his knees up and planting his feet flat on the bed before he presses three fingers into himself because he needs something in him right fucking now and Gabe seems have the same mindset as the turtle in the one story about the rabbit and the race and something about slower is faster.
"Cumguzzling slut." Gabe mutters and rolls his eyes, shifting up the bed and tapping the back of Alex's knee so that he presses it up to his chest and then over Gabe's shoulder, and Jesus, if music doesn’t end up working out for him he could always join the circus because Alex is fucking bendy. He lines up and catches Alex's eye briefly before Alex whines and wraps his other leg around Gabe's lower back, pulling him forward until the muscle gives and it's just one slick slide of hotgoodhot until he bottoms out, weight balanced by his arms on either side of Alex's head.
Alex is already rolling his hips back, one hand up and curved around the back of Gabe’s neck, fingertips tugging light at his hair. “Please please please.” He begs, lips parted and moans bubbling up from his throat. This is exactly what he needs, filled up like this, close to coming apart at the seams because Gabe does that to him, knows just how to shatter him in a million pieces and then put him back together, just to do it all over again.
Gabe’s head hangs low, his thrusts matching Alex’s unintentional hip jerks, moaning and talking to Alex in rapid Spanish. Alex has no idea what he’s saying, never has any idea what he’s talking about (there’s a reason he pretty much failed high school level Spanish) but he thinks it’s hot, so fucking hot, hearing all those r’s rolling off Gabe’s tongue.
Alex comes again, and Gabe almost follows him down that road, has to bite his lip and think about dead puppies and Lindsey Lohan and William (Bilvy is hot, but not like that) because Alex’s body tightens impossibly as he comes for the - fifth? Sixth? - time that night. It takes Alex a whole of ten seconds before he’s ready to go again.
“I want - I wanna ride you,” he says, his back arching as Gabe’s hips snap forward, and he loses his train of thought because he’s pressed right up again his prostate and it’s fucking good, fucking intense. “Gabe, Gabriel.” Alex pants, his head tipped back against the pillows, and it takes a second for Gabe to process what Alex wants because he’s buried balls deep in Alex’s ass, and it’s just this hot hot heat that’s making his head spin.
He pulls out and Alex regrets asking for this for a split second, but then he’s flipping Gabe over and straddling his hips, hands running up his tanned chest. He bites his lip as he sinks down his cock, head tipping back with a moan. Gabe’s hands shift from the bed sheets to Alex’s hips, gripping hard (too hard, maybe) but he can’t help it, can’t take his eyes or his hands off Alex. If he wasn’t as far gone as he was, he’d think about how lucky he is that he gets to see Alex like this, rocking his hips and tossing his head back and moaning, and he’s fucking gorgeous like this.
“Alex - Alex,” Gabe gasps, tilting his hips up at the same time as Alex grinds down and he can see (feel) his whole body shudder, arching forward with his hands clutching at Gabe’s shoulders. “Fuck, I -“ Alex leans down the short distance between him and their lips slide together, both of them too far gone to do anything besides pant hot into each other’s mouth, Alex’s breath coming out in sharp gasps and Gabe’s in quiet grunts.
“Fuck, there - God, there, so good, so good.” Alex pants, their lips still meshed together, and he’s shaking, shaking apart, Gabe can seeheartastefeel it. “So full.” He feels so good, it burns low in his gut and it aches so good because Gabe is a lot to take regularly (there is more than something about a cobra in the desert that’s telling him to sing about space ships or whatever behind the name Cobra Starship, Gabe has a fucking cobra in his pants, fuck), but it feels like when he just sinks down all the way and shifts his hips, gasping, arching.
Alex moves his hands from Gabe’s chest to his thighs, leaning back a little and this shifts the angle and rips a moan from his chest, rocking up and down on his cock. “I’m - Right there, right there, Gabe oh-“ he gasps out, and he’s shaking, shaking and losing it, Gabe can tell, he’s so close to losing it himself.
“Y-yeah, c’mon.” Gabe says, and then something else in Spanish that probably doesn’t make sense anyway, his fist closing around Alex’s cock, and Alex fucks up into his hand and then back down onto his dick in a rhythm that is so fucking perfect that he can’t anymore, he just shudders and shakes apart with Gabe’s hands on his hips and his cock being the only thing anchoring him down to anything. Gabe’s hips jerk up into Alex as he comes, fucking him through both of their orgasms, Alex’s streaking hot through his fingers and onto his chest, the most intense from that night, let alone ever.
He collapses onto Gabe’s chest after, and he’s done, he’s done, Gabe can tell, it’s just a mess of endorphins rushing around their systems. “Fuck.” He breathes quietly, and wipes his hand clean of Alex’s cum on the sheets, his hands shifting to his hips to lift him up so he can pull out. Alex whimpers, bites Gabe’s neck light and then lies down next to him, his chest rising and falling slowly, looking more well fucked then he ever has. He is going to be so sore the next morning, and Gabe almost feels bad for him, except, well, that was kind of the most amazing sex they have ever had ever.
He forces himself to get up, to go to the bathroom and get a wet cloth to wipe Alex off being he has the evidence of like, seven orgasms or something across his chest and that is really fucking gross in a really sexy way. Alex is pretty much putty in his hands, murmuring at Gabe as he wipes him off and then gets him under the covers. They both pass out in seconds.
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They completely sleep the fifteenth of February away.
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On the sixteenth Gabe gets out of bed at like, nine in the morning and that would be really fucking weird at any other day, but he slept for just over twentyfour hours so that’s okay. He makes coffee and drinks two mugs of it before Alex gets out of bed too, and he is stiff all over, and there are hands imprinted on his hips.
He presses a light kiss to Gabe’s lips before he takes the coffee, completely silent as he drinks it before he announces, “I think I’m allergic to roses.”