Something Else
Title: Something Else
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Malex lol
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Alex gives him a blank look. "If you wanted to make it up to me we'd be on the fucking train thing so I could be sleeping." In his defense he's been walking around and waiting in lines all day just so that his boyfriend could get his whole Disney thing out of his system until next time they were in Florida or California, and now he's tired and crabby and he wants his fucking bunk.
Disclaimer: The only things I don't own in this are the monorail and the title, which belongs to Good Charlotte. Matt and Alex are mind do not steal etc. etc.
A/N: um so i almost didn't post this for various reasons but i'm a good person and the world deserves flykarth smut so hi. based off of these two tweets.
tumblr is here, br0.
come sexually harras my message box.it's into that kind of thing~
When it's a giant rush of people trying to squish into the train monorail things, Matt grabs Alex's wrist and yells out to Collusy, "We'll take the next one and meet you at the bus!" Collusy waves his arm in acknowledgment, getting on right before the door closes. Another minute passes and then the monorail leaves, Alex and Matt alone on the platform.
Alex glares at Matt, arms crossed over his chest, hood pulled up over his hair and he looks so pissed off and adorable that Matt wants to laugh. His lips twitch up and that just makes Alex frown more. "I'm tired, dammit. I want to go back to the bus and sleep because you dragged me all over Disney today and I'm stuck here for another hour or something because you didn't want to squish in the one that just left." he snaps, giving Matt a small push.
He takes a step back, hands curling around Alex's wrists and smirks at his boyfriend, pulling him forward so they're chest to chest. "I did it so that I could make it up to you," Matt says, eyebrows raised.
Alex gives him a blank look. "If you wanted to make it up to me we'd be on the fucking train thing so I could be sleeping." In his defense he's been walking around and waiting in lines all day just so that his boyfriend could get his whole Disney thing out of his system until next time they were in Florida or California, and now he's tired and crabby and he wants his fucking bunk.
"If you want to sleep so much there's a bench over there," Matt says, tipping his head to the right, and he isn't lying, there is a bench over there. "But you see, we don't have a hotel night scheduled until next week, and the no-sex-on-the-bus rule is one that I came up with, and I'm not going to make exceptions even for us because then Rian'll have Cassadee over all the time and we really don't need that, so I thought I'd make it up to you now."
His smirk deepens, and Alex isn't usually (ever) one to turn sex down but fucking Disney world being as big as the fucking country or something because he's so tired he can barely keep his eyes open. "I'll do all the work," his boyfriend purrs, leaning forward so he can kiss along his jaw and then sucks his earlobe into his mouth, biting gently. A quiet moan passes through his lips and he can feel his dick stirring in his pants, so apparently he isn't too tired to get it up for sex.
(Big surprise there.)
"But I mean, if you want to sleep," Matt says, drawing back and looking at Alex expectantly. Alex glares at him, the smug fucker. He loops his arms around Matt's neck, teeth biting at his lipring and pulling it out.
When he lets his lip go, Matt pulls back, just a little bit, running his tongue over his lip before he leans in again, kissing Alex hot and hard. He licks over the seam of his mouth until Alex opens up for him, kissing wet and heavy with lots of tongue, his hands in Matt's dark hair, pulling and tugging lightly because Matt is honestly a really good kisser and he could kiss him for hours without stopping because seriously. Wow.
Matt's hands skim down his body, one resting at his hip, pushing up the Mickey Mouse hoodie so that he could get bare skin, the other palming him through his jeans, soft moans bubbling out of his mouth and into Matt's.
His hand doesn't stop moving when he stops kissing him, pulling back and turning his head from side to side as he looks down the platform. It's empty save for a young woman with a small child, but they're right down at the other end so Matt isn't really worried. He undoes Alex's belt buckle onehandedly, Alex forehead coming forward to rest on his shoulder with a low moan as his hand delves into his pants and wraps around his cock.
It happens every time, but Matt gets this weird-proud I'm doing this type of feeling as he feels Alex's dick go from half-hard to hard under his touch.
A rushing noise and a gust of wind blowing past them tells Matt that the monorail is back again. He takes his hand out of Alex's pants, pulls him forwards, and much to his relief, they get the train to themselves.
He works quickly, knowing that they have half an hour til they need to get off the monorail again, tugging Alex's pants down and pushing him until he's sitting on one of the seats, pants and boxers around his thighs, erection standing proud. Matt digs around in his backpack for a second before he produces what he was looking for: lube.
He spreads some across Alex's cock, enough that it drips down to the dark curls at the base. He gets his own pants down to his thighs, straddling Alex's lap and it's a good thing Matt doesn't wear all of his jeans as tight as Alex does because otherwise this would be physically impossible.
Matt sinks down onto Alex's cock in one go, a low groan passing through his lips, and he'd be lying if he said he hadn't been thinking about this all day. Alex rests his hands on Matt's hips, thumbs pressing against the bones. He realizes why Matt disappeared into the bathroom for at least fifteen minutes before they all met at the monorail platform - he was stretching himself for Alex.
His hips move in slow dirty grinds that make Alex's head spin, hands holding him tight, not to control, just so that he has something to hold on to. "Oh," Alex moans, head dipping forward till his lips press against the base of Matt's neck, licking and nipping and biting. He might have this thing for public sex which they found when Matt bent him over one of the amps and fucking him while Yellowcard played on stage and fans screamed in the crowd less than fifty feet away.
Matt rides him fast and hard, vaguely noticing when the train stops, and he has maybe, ten, fifteen minutes, give or take. The doors open and close, and then there's a lurch when the train starts up again. He thanks God silently that no one got on their car.
Alex's hips thrusting up hard to meet him and Matt moans, low in his throat. "Jesus Alex, come on," he gasps, voice all gravelly and heat pools in the pit of his stomach, his hands scratching at Matt's back from under his shirt. He tightens around Alex's cock, trying to get him over the edge because they're running out of time.
"What if someone got on? What if someone got onto the same car as us? Would you want me to stop riding you?" Matt purrs in his ear, little ah ah ah's punctuating his words every time he sinks back down just to have Alex tip his hips up so that his cock presses right against his prostate and makes him see stars. He's playing all of his cards, now. "What if it was a fan, hm? What if they videoed it on their phone and put it up on the internet? Millions of people would get to see me riding you, and there'd be nothing you could do to stop it."
He bites down harshly on his shoulder when he feels Alex tense and still, lips parted in a perfect O as he comes. "Fuck." Matt whispers, hand wrapping around his own cock and he jerks himself quickly until he's coming too, white and hot across his fist.
"Alex, fuck, we have to go," he hisses at the singer when he hears next stop: Minnie parking lots coming over the intercom, when all he wants to do is curl up and sleep in his afterglow-y state. He gets off of Alex, wincing a little because his thighs are kind of sore now and tucks himself in and gets his pants up. Matt grabs Alex's arm and shoves him onto the platform, letting out a breath when he gets off and the train leaves and they're in the right place. "Okay." he says, linking his fingers with Alex's.
"I'm really fucking tired right now," the purple haired man says through a yawn. Matt brings their hands up to his mouth, lips brushing over Alex's knuckles.
"I love you." he says with an affectionate smile.
"I know." Alex says in return.
When they get back, Danny is sitting in between Ian's legs on the bus stairs, one steps height in between them. "Jesus. It took you guys long enough, what were you doing, fucking?" Danny asks, Ian's hands playing idly with his hair.
"You have no idea." Alex says with a tired grin, pulling Matt around the other couple, up the stairs and towards the bunk.
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Malex lol
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Alex gives him a blank look. "If you wanted to make it up to me we'd be on the fucking train thing so I could be sleeping." In his defense he's been walking around and waiting in lines all day just so that his boyfriend could get his whole Disney thing out of his system until next time they were in Florida or California, and now he's tired and crabby and he wants his fucking bunk.
Disclaimer: The only things I don't own in this are the monorail and the title, which belongs to Good Charlotte. Matt and Alex are mind do not steal etc. etc.
A/N: um so i almost didn't post this for various reasons but i'm a good person and the world deserves flykarth smut so hi. based off of these two tweets.
tumblr is here, br0.
come sexually harras my message box.it's into that kind of thing~
When it's a giant rush of people trying to squish into the train monorail things, Matt grabs Alex's wrist and yells out to Collusy, "We'll take the next one and meet you at the bus!" Collusy waves his arm in acknowledgment, getting on right before the door closes. Another minute passes and then the monorail leaves, Alex and Matt alone on the platform.
Alex glares at Matt, arms crossed over his chest, hood pulled up over his hair and he looks so pissed off and adorable that Matt wants to laugh. His lips twitch up and that just makes Alex frown more. "I'm tired, dammit. I want to go back to the bus and sleep because you dragged me all over Disney today and I'm stuck here for another hour or something because you didn't want to squish in the one that just left." he snaps, giving Matt a small push.
He takes a step back, hands curling around Alex's wrists and smirks at his boyfriend, pulling him forward so they're chest to chest. "I did it so that I could make it up to you," Matt says, eyebrows raised.
Alex gives him a blank look. "If you wanted to make it up to me we'd be on the fucking train thing so I could be sleeping." In his defense he's been walking around and waiting in lines all day just so that his boyfriend could get his whole Disney thing out of his system until next time they were in Florida or California, and now he's tired and crabby and he wants his fucking bunk.
"If you want to sleep so much there's a bench over there," Matt says, tipping his head to the right, and he isn't lying, there is a bench over there. "But you see, we don't have a hotel night scheduled until next week, and the no-sex-on-the-bus rule is one that I came up with, and I'm not going to make exceptions even for us because then Rian'll have Cassadee over all the time and we really don't need that, so I thought I'd make it up to you now."
His smirk deepens, and Alex isn't usually (ever) one to turn sex down but fucking Disney world being as big as the fucking country or something because he's so tired he can barely keep his eyes open. "I'll do all the work," his boyfriend purrs, leaning forward so he can kiss along his jaw and then sucks his earlobe into his mouth, biting gently. A quiet moan passes through his lips and he can feel his dick stirring in his pants, so apparently he isn't too tired to get it up for sex.
(Big surprise there.)
"But I mean, if you want to sleep," Matt says, drawing back and looking at Alex expectantly. Alex glares at him, the smug fucker. He loops his arms around Matt's neck, teeth biting at his lipring and pulling it out.
When he lets his lip go, Matt pulls back, just a little bit, running his tongue over his lip before he leans in again, kissing Alex hot and hard. He licks over the seam of his mouth until Alex opens up for him, kissing wet and heavy with lots of tongue, his hands in Matt's dark hair, pulling and tugging lightly because Matt is honestly a really good kisser and he could kiss him for hours without stopping because seriously. Wow.
Matt's hands skim down his body, one resting at his hip, pushing up the Mickey Mouse hoodie so that he could get bare skin, the other palming him through his jeans, soft moans bubbling out of his mouth and into Matt's.
His hand doesn't stop moving when he stops kissing him, pulling back and turning his head from side to side as he looks down the platform. It's empty save for a young woman with a small child, but they're right down at the other end so Matt isn't really worried. He undoes Alex's belt buckle onehandedly, Alex forehead coming forward to rest on his shoulder with a low moan as his hand delves into his pants and wraps around his cock.
It happens every time, but Matt gets this weird-proud I'm doing this type of feeling as he feels Alex's dick go from half-hard to hard under his touch.
A rushing noise and a gust of wind blowing past them tells Matt that the monorail is back again. He takes his hand out of Alex's pants, pulls him forwards, and much to his relief, they get the train to themselves.
He works quickly, knowing that they have half an hour til they need to get off the monorail again, tugging Alex's pants down and pushing him until he's sitting on one of the seats, pants and boxers around his thighs, erection standing proud. Matt digs around in his backpack for a second before he produces what he was looking for: lube.
He spreads some across Alex's cock, enough that it drips down to the dark curls at the base. He gets his own pants down to his thighs, straddling Alex's lap and it's a good thing Matt doesn't wear all of his jeans as tight as Alex does because otherwise this would be physically impossible.
Matt sinks down onto Alex's cock in one go, a low groan passing through his lips, and he'd be lying if he said he hadn't been thinking about this all day. Alex rests his hands on Matt's hips, thumbs pressing against the bones. He realizes why Matt disappeared into the bathroom for at least fifteen minutes before they all met at the monorail platform - he was stretching himself for Alex.
His hips move in slow dirty grinds that make Alex's head spin, hands holding him tight, not to control, just so that he has something to hold on to. "Oh," Alex moans, head dipping forward till his lips press against the base of Matt's neck, licking and nipping and biting. He might have this thing for public sex which they found when Matt bent him over one of the amps and fucking him while Yellowcard played on stage and fans screamed in the crowd less than fifty feet away.
Matt rides him fast and hard, vaguely noticing when the train stops, and he has maybe, ten, fifteen minutes, give or take. The doors open and close, and then there's a lurch when the train starts up again. He thanks God silently that no one got on their car.
Alex's hips thrusting up hard to meet him and Matt moans, low in his throat. "Jesus Alex, come on," he gasps, voice all gravelly and heat pools in the pit of his stomach, his hands scratching at Matt's back from under his shirt. He tightens around Alex's cock, trying to get him over the edge because they're running out of time.
"What if someone got on? What if someone got onto the same car as us? Would you want me to stop riding you?" Matt purrs in his ear, little ah ah ah's punctuating his words every time he sinks back down just to have Alex tip his hips up so that his cock presses right against his prostate and makes him see stars. He's playing all of his cards, now. "What if it was a fan, hm? What if they videoed it on their phone and put it up on the internet? Millions of people would get to see me riding you, and there'd be nothing you could do to stop it."
He bites down harshly on his shoulder when he feels Alex tense and still, lips parted in a perfect O as he comes. "Fuck." Matt whispers, hand wrapping around his own cock and he jerks himself quickly until he's coming too, white and hot across his fist.
"Alex, fuck, we have to go," he hisses at the singer when he hears next stop: Minnie parking lots coming over the intercom, when all he wants to do is curl up and sleep in his afterglow-y state. He gets off of Alex, wincing a little because his thighs are kind of sore now and tucks himself in and gets his pants up. Matt grabs Alex's arm and shoves him onto the platform, letting out a breath when he gets off and the train leaves and they're in the right place. "Okay." he says, linking his fingers with Alex's.
"I'm really fucking tired right now," the purple haired man says through a yawn. Matt brings their hands up to his mouth, lips brushing over Alex's knuckles.
"I love you." he says with an affectionate smile.
"I know." Alex says in return.
When they get back, Danny is sitting in between Ian's legs on the bus stairs, one steps height in between them. "Jesus. It took you guys long enough, what were you doing, fucking?" Danny asks, Ian's hands playing idly with his hair.
"You have no idea." Alex says with a tired grin, pulling Matt around the other couple, up the stairs and towards the bunk.