Run Don't Walk
Title: Run Don't Walk
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Valex (Vinny Vegas/Alex Grieco)
Rating: pg-13 or r idk it mentions a blowjob
Summary: "Ow, Jesus fuck let me do it, I'd like to die," he groans, and Grieco laughs, shaking his head even though Vinny can't see him.
Disclaimer: do not own etc. etc. i can't even really claim ownership of the story line but fuck that.
A/N: if anyone can guess where i got the inspiration for this i will give you cake. really. it's a little bit short but i'm okay with that~
also i have no idea what the title and cut has to do with anything but Gabe said to """roll with it""" so yeah title and cut belong to Hey Monday
tumblr is here, br0.
come sexually harras my message box.it's into that kind of thing~
Vinny sits on the bed in their hotel room, slowly, slowly, slowly edging his shirt off his shoulders. "Shit, fuck, ow," he hisses, face curled up in a grimace.
Grieco gives him a sympathetic look from the bathroom doorway, already undressed and teeth brushed and in his pajamas (a pair of boxers). "Awe, baby," he coos, padding across the hotel room and kneeling on the bed just behind him. He takes a hold of his shirt and stars to pull it off of him, freezing when Vinny makes a strangled yelling noise.
"Ow, Jesus fuck let me do it, I'd like to die," he groans, and Grieco laughs, shaking his head even though Vinny can't see him. He does it fast, like taking off a bandaid, one arm and then the other until he's a shirtless mess in lots of pain. "Why did I think it was a good idea to play football without gear?" he asks, shifting back painfully.
"I did try and warn you," Grieco says, leaning over and taking a hold of each of his calves, pulling them up so he turns and shifts on the bed so he's lying, outstretched. He ignores his cries of pain.
"You lie," Vinny huffed, groaning as Alex presses his finger into one of the bruises on his ribcage.
"You need ice," he counters, getting off the bed and going over to the minifridge in the corner. There isn't any ice, but there are a couple overpriced bottles of beer which he takes (not for drinking). "Here," he says, pressing the cold glass bottle against one of the bruises on his chest.
Vinny hisses.
"Is there any place you don't hurt?" Grieco laughs, turning the bottle so it's on it's side, rolling it up and down the planes of his chest.
Vinny knows this, he knows what his boyfriend is going for. "If I said my dick didn't hurt, would you blow me?" he has enough energy to give him a grin.
"I think you'd die if I blew you right now," Alex laughs, watching Vinny close his eyes and drift off for a few seconds.
"I want to sleep," he groans into his pillow.
Grieco ignores this remark, lifting his arms and inspecting each. "Seruously though, are you hurting everywhere?"
Vinny lifts one arm, bends it at the elbow and points. "I don't hurt there," he says, and Alex leans forward, presses a kiss to his elbow, an amsused grin on his face.
"It's not too bad up here either," Vinny says, pointing up at his forehead. Alex laughs, leaning over and kissing his forehead gently. "It doesn't hurt much here," he says, pointing at his eyes.
Grieco smiles, feathering kisses onto each of his eyelids and across the bridge of his nose. He raises his eyebrows expectantly at Vinny, smiling when he just points at his lips, an almost pouty expression on his face.
He presses their lips together, one hand cupping his jaw carefully. He feels Vinny smile, and he smiles too, drawing back and sitting up. "I'm gonna go ask at reception if I could get some ice for you," he says, and Vinny nods, rolling his shoulders slowly to see if he can get any of the kinks out of them.
When he gets back, Vinny is snoring softly and he has a quickly melting bag of ice. "Fucker," he laughs, putting the ice in the mini fridge and then getting Vinny's shoes off, crawling onto the bed behind him. "I love you." he whispers, kissing his ear and curving behind him so they're spooning.
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Valex (Vinny Vegas/Alex Grieco)
Rating: pg-13 or r idk it mentions a blowjob
Summary: "Ow, Jesus fuck let me do it, I'd like to die," he groans, and Grieco laughs, shaking his head even though Vinny can't see him.
Disclaimer: do not own etc. etc. i can't even really claim ownership of the story line but fuck that.
A/N: if anyone can guess where i got the inspiration for this i will give you cake. really. it's a little bit short but i'm okay with that~
also i have no idea what the title and cut has to do with anything but Gabe said to """roll with it""" so yeah title and cut belong to Hey Monday
tumblr is here, br0.
come sexually harras my message box.it's into that kind of thing~
Vinny sits on the bed in their hotel room, slowly, slowly, slowly edging his shirt off his shoulders. "Shit, fuck, ow," he hisses, face curled up in a grimace.
Grieco gives him a sympathetic look from the bathroom doorway, already undressed and teeth brushed and in his pajamas (a pair of boxers). "Awe, baby," he coos, padding across the hotel room and kneeling on the bed just behind him. He takes a hold of his shirt and stars to pull it off of him, freezing when Vinny makes a strangled yelling noise.
"Ow, Jesus fuck let me do it, I'd like to die," he groans, and Grieco laughs, shaking his head even though Vinny can't see him. He does it fast, like taking off a bandaid, one arm and then the other until he's a shirtless mess in lots of pain. "Why did I think it was a good idea to play football without gear?" he asks, shifting back painfully.
"I did try and warn you," Grieco says, leaning over and taking a hold of each of his calves, pulling them up so he turns and shifts on the bed so he's lying, outstretched. He ignores his cries of pain.
"You lie," Vinny huffed, groaning as Alex presses his finger into one of the bruises on his ribcage.
"You need ice," he counters, getting off the bed and going over to the minifridge in the corner. There isn't any ice, but there are a couple overpriced bottles of beer which he takes (not for drinking). "Here," he says, pressing the cold glass bottle against one of the bruises on his chest.
Vinny hisses.
"Is there any place you don't hurt?" Grieco laughs, turning the bottle so it's on it's side, rolling it up and down the planes of his chest.
Vinny knows this, he knows what his boyfriend is going for. "If I said my dick didn't hurt, would you blow me?" he has enough energy to give him a grin.
"I think you'd die if I blew you right now," Alex laughs, watching Vinny close his eyes and drift off for a few seconds.
"I want to sleep," he groans into his pillow.
Grieco ignores this remark, lifting his arms and inspecting each. "Seruously though, are you hurting everywhere?"
Vinny lifts one arm, bends it at the elbow and points. "I don't hurt there," he says, and Alex leans forward, presses a kiss to his elbow, an amsused grin on his face.
"It's not too bad up here either," Vinny says, pointing up at his forehead. Alex laughs, leaning over and kissing his forehead gently. "It doesn't hurt much here," he says, pointing at his eyes.
Grieco smiles, feathering kisses onto each of his eyelids and across the bridge of his nose. He raises his eyebrows expectantly at Vinny, smiling when he just points at his lips, an almost pouty expression on his face.
He presses their lips together, one hand cupping his jaw carefully. He feels Vinny smile, and he smiles too, drawing back and sitting up. "I'm gonna go ask at reception if I could get some ice for you," he says, and Vinny nods, rolling his shoulders slowly to see if he can get any of the kinks out of them.
When he gets back, Vinny is snoring softly and he has a quickly melting bag of ice. "Fucker," he laughs, putting the ice in the mini fridge and then getting Vinny's shoes off, crawling onto the bed behind him. "I love you." he whispers, kissing his ear and curving behind him so they're spooning.