Fic: (Suicide Kings, Brett/Avery, R)
Request #1: For duckduck. Suicide Kings, Brett/Avery. Rating: Porn light. 1227 words.
Avery's hands were stronger than they looked. Everything about him looked fragile, like just touching him would be enough to break him. That was how Brett had always thought of him, and in some ways he still thought of Avery as breakable.
But Avery was a lot stronger than he looked, and Brett was reminded of it every time those long fingers dug into his arms or his back or even his hair. He was still Avery - still needy and kind of shy and just a little pathetic - but he was demanding too, and Brett liked this side of him. Loved it, just like he loved the strength in Avery's hands.
He liked the way they curved around his biceps, clutching tight like Avery was afraid Brett was going to try to get away. Like Brett's tongue in his mouth and his knee pushed between Avery's thighs wasn't enough of a clue. Or the way Brett grabbed Avery's arm and pulled him away from the crowd of boys filing out of their last class before lunch, into a deserted hallway to push him up against a wall and kiss him because he just couldn't wait another minute.
Another second, and he knew it was a big risk, but he didn't care. Didn't care who knew about them or what they thought, not when Avery was kissing him back like his life depended on it, hands tight around his arms and yeah, that was definitely going to leave a mark.
But he didn't care about that either; kind of liked the thought of ten finger-shaped bruises on his skin when he took a shower the next morning. And he knew someone would notice no matter how careful he was in the showers, but he didn't care about that either, because he was too busy thinking about Avery's hands.
He spent a lot of time thinking about Avery's hands, about how they felt on the parts of him Avery had already touched, and how they'd feel on the parts Avery wasn't brave enough to reach for on his own. Wondered how Avery would react if Brett reached up and grabbed one of those perfect hands, long fingers threaded through his own until Brett pressed Avery's palm against his cock. Through his pants at first, shaky and nervous while Avery tried to work out what the hell he was doing. Then under his clothes, pushing Brett's pants open to wrap around his dick and he bet that would feel even better than when he jerked himself off.
Because Avery wouldn't know what he was doing, but they'd still be his hands. Brett would thrust up into all that strength Avery didn't know he had, and when Brett came in his hand Avery would be watching with those big, wild eyes Brett knew better than his own. And he'd never say any of that out loud, because he wasn't some fucking pussy and he knew exactly how it would sound, but he liked the idea of it. Liked knowing exactly how Avery would react, liked knowing that Brett could do whatever he wanted and Avery would go along with it because that was what he did.
He reached up and caught one of Avery's hands in his, fingers threaded together and he was going to guide Avery's hand down to his dick. He was, because it wasn't like he was scared. But somehow he never got that far, and when he came against Avery's thigh their hands were still clasped tight and pressed against the wall next to Avery's shoulder.
It should have been embarrassing. Instead it was just hot, because Avery was still panting and thrusting against his thigh and just breathing against Brett's mouth. His fingers were tight against Brett's, clutching almost hard enough to hurt and Brett had a feeling they'd ache later. He held on anyway, murmuring stupid things Avery probably didn't even hear like come on and yeah and Jesus, Avery.
Or maybe he did hear, because a few seconds later he was coming, a strangled sound escaping the back of his throat and his whole body slumping against the wall. They stayed that way for a long time, or maybe just a few seconds until Avery could breathe again. And now they had to sneak back to the dorms to change, which meant they'd never make it to lunch before their next class, but it didn't matter when Avery grinned at him.
They were still holding hands and any second now someone was going to come along and find them. If it was a teacher they'd have detention for a month, and if it was a student this would be all over the school before dinner. So Brett stepped back, hand pulling out of Avery's and it shouldn't have felt so weird to let go. He wanted to hold on, but he knew better and he glanced down the hall to distract himself before he tried his voice again.
"We should get back."
Avery mumbled something like 'yeah' and just like that they were back to normal, not Brett-and-Avery but Brett and Avery, just two friends walking a little closer together than usual on their way back to the dorms. And if the backs of their hands brushed together when they reached Avery's door it was just an accident, like it was just a reflex when Brett glanced back over his shoulder to watch Avery disappear into his room.
Because he didn't have a problem walking away - he didn't - but the whole time he was changing he was thinking about Avery. About Avery's hands on him, strong fingers on Brett's stomach and his thighs, about wrapping his mouth around Avery's cock for the first time and feeling Avery's hands tighten in his hair.
By the time he buttoned a clean pair of uniform pants he was half-hard again, and he knew he was going to spend the rest of the day trying to come up with a plan to get Avery completely alone. No chance of interruption - that was what they needed, but it was practically impossible when all their friends lived on top of them and they didn't even share a room. Still, there had to be a way, because he liked making out with Avery, but he wanted more.
He wanted…everything, and when he stepped back into the hallway and caught sight of Avery his heart actually skipped a beat. His fucking heart, just because Avery was leaning against the wall with his tie hanging a little crooked and looking kind of embarrassed.
Brett didn't even try to stop himself from crossing the hall to stop in front of Avery. He reached out to straighten Avery's tie, fingers lingering on the silk just a little too long before he let go. And he knew he should stop there, just turn around and let Avery chase after him down to the cafeteria. But they were already late and there were going to be questions, so it couldn't hurt if he just reached out and threaded their fingers together one more time.
That was all it took, a little tug and Avery was leaning in, mouths pressed together and hand gripping Brett's tight, like he wasn't ever planning to let go. And that was okay with Brett, because he really liked Avery's hands.
Avery's hands were stronger than they looked. Everything about him looked fragile, like just touching him would be enough to break him. That was how Brett had always thought of him, and in some ways he still thought of Avery as breakable.
But Avery was a lot stronger than he looked, and Brett was reminded of it every time those long fingers dug into his arms or his back or even his hair. He was still Avery - still needy and kind of shy and just a little pathetic - but he was demanding too, and Brett liked this side of him. Loved it, just like he loved the strength in Avery's hands.
He liked the way they curved around his biceps, clutching tight like Avery was afraid Brett was going to try to get away. Like Brett's tongue in his mouth and his knee pushed between Avery's thighs wasn't enough of a clue. Or the way Brett grabbed Avery's arm and pulled him away from the crowd of boys filing out of their last class before lunch, into a deserted hallway to push him up against a wall and kiss him because he just couldn't wait another minute.
Another second, and he knew it was a big risk, but he didn't care. Didn't care who knew about them or what they thought, not when Avery was kissing him back like his life depended on it, hands tight around his arms and yeah, that was definitely going to leave a mark.
But he didn't care about that either; kind of liked the thought of ten finger-shaped bruises on his skin when he took a shower the next morning. And he knew someone would notice no matter how careful he was in the showers, but he didn't care about that either, because he was too busy thinking about Avery's hands.
He spent a lot of time thinking about Avery's hands, about how they felt on the parts of him Avery had already touched, and how they'd feel on the parts Avery wasn't brave enough to reach for on his own. Wondered how Avery would react if Brett reached up and grabbed one of those perfect hands, long fingers threaded through his own until Brett pressed Avery's palm against his cock. Through his pants at first, shaky and nervous while Avery tried to work out what the hell he was doing. Then under his clothes, pushing Brett's pants open to wrap around his dick and he bet that would feel even better than when he jerked himself off.
Because Avery wouldn't know what he was doing, but they'd still be his hands. Brett would thrust up into all that strength Avery didn't know he had, and when Brett came in his hand Avery would be watching with those big, wild eyes Brett knew better than his own. And he'd never say any of that out loud, because he wasn't some fucking pussy and he knew exactly how it would sound, but he liked the idea of it. Liked knowing exactly how Avery would react, liked knowing that Brett could do whatever he wanted and Avery would go along with it because that was what he did.
He reached up and caught one of Avery's hands in his, fingers threaded together and he was going to guide Avery's hand down to his dick. He was, because it wasn't like he was scared. But somehow he never got that far, and when he came against Avery's thigh their hands were still clasped tight and pressed against the wall next to Avery's shoulder.
It should have been embarrassing. Instead it was just hot, because Avery was still panting and thrusting against his thigh and just breathing against Brett's mouth. His fingers were tight against Brett's, clutching almost hard enough to hurt and Brett had a feeling they'd ache later. He held on anyway, murmuring stupid things Avery probably didn't even hear like come on and yeah and Jesus, Avery.
Or maybe he did hear, because a few seconds later he was coming, a strangled sound escaping the back of his throat and his whole body slumping against the wall. They stayed that way for a long time, or maybe just a few seconds until Avery could breathe again. And now they had to sneak back to the dorms to change, which meant they'd never make it to lunch before their next class, but it didn't matter when Avery grinned at him.
They were still holding hands and any second now someone was going to come along and find them. If it was a teacher they'd have detention for a month, and if it was a student this would be all over the school before dinner. So Brett stepped back, hand pulling out of Avery's and it shouldn't have felt so weird to let go. He wanted to hold on, but he knew better and he glanced down the hall to distract himself before he tried his voice again.
"We should get back."
Avery mumbled something like 'yeah' and just like that they were back to normal, not Brett-and-Avery but Brett and Avery, just two friends walking a little closer together than usual on their way back to the dorms. And if the backs of their hands brushed together when they reached Avery's door it was just an accident, like it was just a reflex when Brett glanced back over his shoulder to watch Avery disappear into his room.
Because he didn't have a problem walking away - he didn't - but the whole time he was changing he was thinking about Avery. About Avery's hands on him, strong fingers on Brett's stomach and his thighs, about wrapping his mouth around Avery's cock for the first time and feeling Avery's hands tighten in his hair.
By the time he buttoned a clean pair of uniform pants he was half-hard again, and he knew he was going to spend the rest of the day trying to come up with a plan to get Avery completely alone. No chance of interruption - that was what they needed, but it was practically impossible when all their friends lived on top of them and they didn't even share a room. Still, there had to be a way, because he liked making out with Avery, but he wanted more.
He wanted…everything, and when he stepped back into the hallway and caught sight of Avery his heart actually skipped a beat. His fucking heart, just because Avery was leaning against the wall with his tie hanging a little crooked and looking kind of embarrassed.
Brett didn't even try to stop himself from crossing the hall to stop in front of Avery. He reached out to straighten Avery's tie, fingers lingering on the silk just a little too long before he let go. And he knew he should stop there, just turn around and let Avery chase after him down to the cafeteria. But they were already late and there were going to be questions, so it couldn't hurt if he just reached out and threaded their fingers together one more time.
That was all it took, a little tug and Avery was leaning in, mouths pressed together and hand gripping Brett's tight, like he wasn't ever planning to let go. And that was okay with Brett, because he really liked Avery's hands.