FINE. FINE. I FINISHED, SEE?
LOOK AT MY EXTREME CAPS COMBINED WITH MY SUCKAGE. BUT IT'S DONE ANYWAYS. AND IT HAS ONE OF THE REALLY LAME ENDINGS YOU SEEM TO LIKE, THOUGH I HAVE TO SAY, IT WORKS OUT BETTER IN THIS ONE. ILU, roxiezeke~
Wordcount: EXACTLY 700 FUCK I HAD TO ADD A COUPLE WORDS; 709
Ryohei wrinkled his nose, disgusted. "Stop smoking those," he sounded serious for once.
Gokudera's only response was to flick ash onto the car seat next to him and let out another stream of smoke into the already clogged air of the closed car.
Ryohei coughed, "This is gonna keep me from being the most extreme, you know?" He sounded rather dazed out and a lot quieter than normal; Gokudera figured he might be getting high, "You're already taking enough chances tonight."
"So?" it didn't matter; he'd chosen to take this mission. The lawn head could fuck off if he disagreed. No one was asking him to wait in the car.
He didn't hear anything from the front seat for the next ten minutes, and Ryohei didn't move to open any of the windows. Gokudera had just started wondering if the moron had passed out from smoke inhalation when he sat up abruptly, "This is boring TO THE EXTREME."
And he was over the cup holder in the middle of the car in seconds, falling clumsily into Gokudera's lap, body mass knocking the cigarette from his lips and earning him an elbow to the gut. Ryohei ignored it and Gokudera snickered when he coughed again, feeling strangely desperate for a reaction.
Not that he had to wait long; Ryohei was just as impatient as he was. He was devouring Gokudera's mouth a moment later, ignoring the smoky taste, and it wasn't long before Gokudera was getting lost in the slick slide of tongues.
Pushing his hips up against Ryohei made him freeze momentarily before nearly losing it, pressing Gokudera against the back of the seats so hard he couldn't breathe, and if he wasn't high before, he definitely was now with the way he was pawing at Gokudera's shirt.
He pushed it up, somehow managing not to rip it in two, mouth latching onto Gokudera's nipples as soon as they were uncovered. Gokudera jerked as he bit down (usually Gokudera was the only one using teeth), and then moaned as Ryohei's hips ground against his, breath making reverse smoke rings in the clouded air.
His own hips met Ryohei's every movement, desperate for orgasm as he pushed at the solid wall of muscle on top of him, trying to gain some kind of control.
Ineffective though his resistance was, Ryohei moved anyways, licking his way down Gokudera's stomach (and that was kinda gross, really), as he fumbled with the stubborn zipper of his pants.
Gokudera smashed a knee into Ryohei's face, irritated by his continued ignorance, but the idiot just grabbed his leg, pinning it awkwardly to the seat as he pulled Gokudera's boxers down as far as he could. He leaned forward, taking Gokudera into his mouth without hesitation, and Gokudera felt the bottom drop out of his stomach as the idiot sucked him off hard (blow jobs were always EXTREME like this, with Ryohei). Gokudera buried his fingers in his stupid lawn-turf hair, digging nails into his scalp until blood welled up, unable to hold back a whimper as he came quickly in Ryohei's mouth.
Ryohei didn't bother to spit (it was more EXTREME to swallow, too, apparently), dragging his tongue along Gokudera's cock a few more times before stilling, pulling back to rest his face in Gokudera's bony hip.
Warm breath accumulated there as he panted, the gap between each intake and exhale becoming wider and less noticeable as his heart rate slowed. Gokudera frowned, voice still unsteady in the aftereffects of Ryohei's attentions, "Fucking i-idiot, you haven't even come yet."
The sheepish smile he could feel against his hip made him look down, only to find that the moron had proved him wrong again and had somehow gotten off on the smell of cigarette smoke and sex permeating throughout the car alone.
He snorted in disgust, letting his head flop back against the seat, but not saying anything, not now when the feel of Ryohei's arms around his waist and his face cuddled into his hip was rather nice, even in a drugged out car stopped in the middle of nowhere at midnight. Gokudera would have to leave soon, so he might as well soak up the warmth of the sun while he could.
Wordcount: EXACTLY 700 FUCK I HAD TO ADD A COUPLE WORDS; 709
Ryohei wrinkled his nose, disgusted. "Stop smoking those," he sounded serious for once.
Gokudera's only response was to flick ash onto the car seat next to him and let out another stream of smoke into the already clogged air of the closed car.
Ryohei coughed, "This is gonna keep me from being the most extreme, you know?" He sounded rather dazed out and a lot quieter than normal; Gokudera figured he might be getting high, "You're already taking enough chances tonight."
"So?" it didn't matter; he'd chosen to take this mission. The lawn head could fuck off if he disagreed. No one was asking him to wait in the car.
He didn't hear anything from the front seat for the next ten minutes, and Ryohei didn't move to open any of the windows. Gokudera had just started wondering if the moron had passed out from smoke inhalation when he sat up abruptly, "This is boring TO THE EXTREME."
And he was over the cup holder in the middle of the car in seconds, falling clumsily into Gokudera's lap, body mass knocking the cigarette from his lips and earning him an elbow to the gut. Ryohei ignored it and Gokudera snickered when he coughed again, feeling strangely desperate for a reaction.
Not that he had to wait long; Ryohei was just as impatient as he was. He was devouring Gokudera's mouth a moment later, ignoring the smoky taste, and it wasn't long before Gokudera was getting lost in the slick slide of tongues.
Pushing his hips up against Ryohei made him freeze momentarily before nearly losing it, pressing Gokudera against the back of the seats so hard he couldn't breathe, and if he wasn't high before, he definitely was now with the way he was pawing at Gokudera's shirt.
He pushed it up, somehow managing not to rip it in two, mouth latching onto Gokudera's nipples as soon as they were uncovered. Gokudera jerked as he bit down (usually Gokudera was the only one using teeth), and then moaned as Ryohei's hips ground against his, breath making reverse smoke rings in the clouded air.
His own hips met Ryohei's every movement, desperate for orgasm as he pushed at the solid wall of muscle on top of him, trying to gain some kind of control.
Ineffective though his resistance was, Ryohei moved anyways, licking his way down Gokudera's stomach (and that was kinda gross, really), as he fumbled with the stubborn zipper of his pants.
Gokudera smashed a knee into Ryohei's face, irritated by his continued ignorance, but the idiot just grabbed his leg, pinning it awkwardly to the seat as he pulled Gokudera's boxers down as far as he could. He leaned forward, taking Gokudera into his mouth without hesitation, and Gokudera felt the bottom drop out of his stomach as the idiot sucked him off hard (blow jobs were always EXTREME like this, with Ryohei). Gokudera buried his fingers in his stupid lawn-turf hair, digging nails into his scalp until blood welled up, unable to hold back a whimper as he came quickly in Ryohei's mouth.
Ryohei didn't bother to spit (it was more EXTREME to swallow, too, apparently), dragging his tongue along Gokudera's cock a few more times before stilling, pulling back to rest his face in Gokudera's bony hip.
Warm breath accumulated there as he panted, the gap between each intake and exhale becoming wider and less noticeable as his heart rate slowed. Gokudera frowned, voice still unsteady in the aftereffects of Ryohei's attentions, "Fucking i-idiot, you haven't even come yet."
The sheepish smile he could feel against his hip made him look down, only to find that the moron had proved him wrong again and had somehow gotten off on the smell of cigarette smoke and sex permeating throughout the car alone.
He snorted in disgust, letting his head flop back against the seat, but not saying anything, not now when the feel of Ryohei's arms around his waist and his face cuddled into his hip was rather nice, even in a drugged out car stopped in the middle of nowhere at midnight. Gokudera would have to leave soon, so he might as well soak up the warmth of the sun while he could.