New Plans [Original, 1/1]
Title: New Plans
Fandom: Original (Kat and Idio's characters)
Characters/Pairing: David/Ace
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, sex, sex. XD Dirty language.
Summary: Um. Porn. :|
Comments: Yeahhhh. XD Birthday fic for Kat! Happy birthday! Idio said that you'd like David and Ace porn, so I... tried my best to oblige. :3 1942 words.
Okay. So David wasn’t sure when making out with Ace (and then screwing Ace) became such a good idea (well, okay, great idea because while Ace was a whore at least he was a whore who knew how to kiss). He also wasn’t sure when their casual fucking became less of a casual once-a-week sort of deal and somehow morphed into a still-casual!-but-now-once-a-day-at-least sort of thing.
But hell, when Ace’s tongue was trying to wriggle its way down his throat and it was all he could do (ha ha) to keep it back with his own tongue and suddenly his hand was gripping Ace’s ass and mmmm.
Ace was grinning into their kiss and David ignored that because, hello, he was going to get lucky, but then he remembered that before they were going to get horizontal (or up against the wall, or sorta diagonal on the couch or… well, there were more positions than horizontal, in any case) he needed to know a few things.
So he pulled back and dodged to the side when Ace followed, leaving a wet smack on his cheekbone.
“Ow,” Ace muttered, having hit his teeth and David rolled his eyes.
“Okay,” he said.
“Okay,” Ace parroted back and just looked impatient.
David ignored that, as he ignored the strain in his pants (and the answering strain in Ace’s pants). “Right,” David said, “So-” and wasn’t surprised when Ace cut him off.
“Yes. No. No. Whatever,” Ace grumbled impatiently, then snaked a hand into David’s pants and well. That wasn’t fair at all.
It was somewhat hard to parse the answers-condoms, are you clean, did you blow and or screw anyone else in the past 24 hours because ewww, germs which he usually didn’t care about, but hell, people who went looking for prostitutes weren’t the safest people on the streets, top or bottom-but they’ve done this enough times that David sort of took it in a blur and got it anyway.
“Oh for god sakes,” Ace snapped and, very handily, pulled down David’s pants, knelt down, and proceeded to suck out David’s brains, among other things.
“Mother fucker,” was all David could think of to say, gripping Ace’s hair and pushing himself into that warm, wet mouth with that fucking talented tongue that pressed and licked and oh fuck. Thank god his back was pressed up against a wall and keeping him standing.
Ace just hummed something, and shit if that did not make his cock even harder, and David gripped Ace’s hair tighter (ignoring the faintly annoyed look Ace tossed up at him). Then Ace began to slide his hands around and under and fuck..
David didn’t bother to pull back, just thrust forward hard and Ace took it like a practiced whore (oh wait).
“Shit,” he breathed when all was said and done.
Ace just made a face at him and got up from his knees. “Fucking floor,” he said, “Next time, bed. Or couch at least.”
David waved a limp hand, turning his face to the side when Ace tried to kiss him. “Gross, man,” he muttered.
Ace rolled his eyes and then gestured to his own straining pants. “Well?” he asked, arching a brow.
David rolled his eyes in return and, after catching his breath, shoved Ace against the wall and proceeded to unbutton Ace’s jeans.
~
“What we need,” Ace said, sprawled out on the couch, “is more money.”
David took a drag of his cigarette and leaned against a window, a hand idly scratching his stomach. “We always need more money,” he said.
“At least I’m making more than you are.”
“By whoring yourself out,” David said scornfully, and blew out some smoke. “Christ, I don’t know how you can do it. Screwing ugly people. Ugh.”
Ace casually shrugged. “The money is good.”
“Just as long as I don’t have to bail you out again.”
Ace grinned. “Why honey,” he drawled, “Were you worried about me?”
“For all I care, you can be ass up and getting passed around like weed.” David stubbed the cigarette out on the windowsill, where dozens of similar marks littered. Then he tossed the used butt out the window. “And you still owe me money for that.”
“Eh,” Ace said noncommittally.
David didn’t think he was going to get his money back. The fucker.
“How about we rob a bank?”
The fact that they were them made David seriously consider the question. “No,” he said finally, “we’d get caught really easily.” His lip twitched upwards into a smirk, “Guess you’re stuck fucking the fatties and perverts on the streets.”
“Asshole,” Ace said.
“Why don’t you at least seduce some rich bitch and fleece her out that way?”
“I have.”
David cocked an eyebrow in interest. “And?”
“You don’t find them everywhere. After a while they get bored and move on, or start wanting you to move in with them and service their every need.” Ace’s grin spoke volumes of said needs.
“So?” David thought that was kind of awesome. Lounge around, fuck all day, have no care in the world. Not that his pride would let him do it (unless she was smoking hot), but hell.
“Then they start wondering where you go, who you’re with, if you’re screwing anyone else on the side.”
“Ah.”
“And of course they expect commitment, or start to treat you like their dog.” Ace shrugged. “And some may be rich, but a good many are tight fisted bitches.”
“Sucks.”
“Yeah.”
They lapsed into silence. Then David sighed and raked his hair back with his fingers. “Let’s get some pussy tonight.”
“Sounds good to me.”
~
Tonight was perilously similar to the first time they started to fuck, David thought blackly, slugging back his beer. It was his… what? Fourth? Fifth one of the night? Not nearly enough to get him drunk.
Usually he and Ace had swarms of women-drawn by his roguish good looks (he was hot, damn it), and-well, all right, not charm, but he was still hot. Ace was the one with the pretty words and the sly, secret smiles, head tilted at the right angle so that the light hit him and made him…
David shook his head. Pussy. He was here to get pussy. He could have Ace pretty much whenever anyway. Ace was easy.
He caught the look of a pretty, busty girl at the bar, and gave her a smile and a wink. She tittered at him and then turned to her friend-blond, thin, wearing clothes that showed exactly how fine she was-and David grinned.
“Not bad,” Ace said.
“I’d do them both,” David replied cheerfully, “At once.”
Ace snorted. “You would.” He licked some beer off his lips, and David found himself staring when Ace gave him a puzzled look.
He shook his head. Pussy. He was here for…
“Damn,” Ace said and David followed his line of sight to the two girls who were now making out.
“Shit that’s hot,” David breathed, and apparently just about every male in the bar thought so too, because they were all staring at the two girls going hot and heavy. “I’d love to be in the middle of them.”
Ace laughed, and David paused.
Huh. It was weird how he liked the sound of Ace’s laugh.
He shook himself and looked around once more. “Ah, fuck it.” Girls were still making out. Guys were still staring.
“Hm?”
David hauled Ace up by his shirt. “Let’s go fuck.”
Ace obligingly stood up, even as he looked confused. “But I thought you wanted-”
David gave a sudden grin. “Yeah, but they’re so hot,” he waved a hand at the two girls who were now pawing at one another to the cheers (and whistles) of the crowd, “That I don’t care anymore.”
And hell, that was true.
~
“Yes. You know. You know. Whatever still,” Ace breathed as David shucked his shirt and helped Ace out of his own clothes. They were kissing messily, and if David had been half hard watching the two lesbians, then hell, he was fully hard now.
The following moments were a blur of heat and hands and touching and the next thing David knew, Ace’s legs were on his shoulders and he had two fingers slicked with lube into Ace.
“Fuck, fuck.” Ace panted and twisted and shoved his hips down further on the fingers.
“Christ you’re impatient,” David said, faint amusement swept away when he felt Ace clench on his fingers and shit-all, if the sight of Ace didn’t make him want to come, right then and there.
He pulled out and Ace whined, then proceeded to curse him out. David gave a shaky laugh and slicked up his fingers further before shoving three into Ace.
Ace’s hips lifted off the bed and he groaned. David bent over and blew lightly on Ace’s cock, who then proceeded to call him the filthiest names ever between whines of encouragement.
Fuck. David couldn’t wait any longer and tore open the condom with his teeth, rolling it on himself with one hand as he turned his head to the side and mouthed the side of Ace’s calf.
“Hurry the fuck up!” Ace snarled.
He muffled his laugh and then thought of nothing at all when he took his fingers out of Ace and thrust in, mind compressed upon itself as all he registered was heat and tightness and Jesus fucking Christ, that was good.
Ace hissed a bit at entry, which morphed into a long, drawn out whimper as David changed angles to just the right spot and thrust, rhythm slow and easy. He fisted Ace’s cock-and hell, it was so weird how he didn’t think this was weird anymore-and stroked as he pushed in, his other hand gripping Ace’s hip.
“Ah, ah,” Ace panted and moved his hips along with David’s movements, fingers clenched on the bed sheets. “Faster you-” and words were lost as David obliged, grip on his cock tightening, stroking roughly as his thrusts became more erratic.
His world shrunk to just this moment as the pleasure built up, and he thumbed the head of Ace’s cock, let his fingers slide down and around, squeezing just enough to-and Ace came into the curl of his hand. David continued to pump Ace’s spurting cock even as his thrusts became wilder, Ace’s spasm around his cock making him close his eyes and fuck harder.
“Shit.” He didn’t last long, just thrust in one last time as deep as he could go, hand probably making bruises along Ace’s hip as the pleasure crested and he let himself go, stars exploding in the back of his eyes.
David slowed, choked out a long sigh as he let Ace’s legs slip off his shoulders.
“Mmmm,” Ace said, as David slowly pulled out and collapsed next to him, lazily taking off the used condom and tossing it out at the garbage can next to the bed.
David let his head be turned with Ace’s fingers and he could hardly complain when Ace began to kiss him lazily, tongue flicking over his teeth. Still, after a couple of minutes he pushed back. “Sleep,” he ordered, and Ace gave him a grin, chuckle muffled as he turned his head into David’s shoulder, body scooting around the wet spot so that half of him was warm and heavy and on top of David.
David couldn’t bring himself to care.
Yeah, he liked girls. He also sorta thought that he liked Ace too, but hell. David closed his eyes.
That was a thought for another day.
Fandom: Original (Kat and Idio's characters)
Characters/Pairing: David/Ace
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, sex, sex. XD Dirty language.
Summary: Um. Porn. :|
Comments: Yeahhhh. XD Birthday fic for Kat! Happy birthday! Idio said that you'd like David and Ace porn, so I... tried my best to oblige. :3 1942 words.
Okay. So David wasn’t sure when making out with Ace (and then screwing Ace) became such a good idea (well, okay, great idea because while Ace was a whore at least he was a whore who knew how to kiss). He also wasn’t sure when their casual fucking became less of a casual once-a-week sort of deal and somehow morphed into a still-casual!-but-now-once-a-day-at-least sort of thing.
But hell, when Ace’s tongue was trying to wriggle its way down his throat and it was all he could do (ha ha) to keep it back with his own tongue and suddenly his hand was gripping Ace’s ass and mmmm.
Ace was grinning into their kiss and David ignored that because, hello, he was going to get lucky, but then he remembered that before they were going to get horizontal (or up against the wall, or sorta diagonal on the couch or… well, there were more positions than horizontal, in any case) he needed to know a few things.
So he pulled back and dodged to the side when Ace followed, leaving a wet smack on his cheekbone.
“Ow,” Ace muttered, having hit his teeth and David rolled his eyes.
“Okay,” he said.
“Okay,” Ace parroted back and just looked impatient.
David ignored that, as he ignored the strain in his pants (and the answering strain in Ace’s pants). “Right,” David said, “So-” and wasn’t surprised when Ace cut him off.
“Yes. No. No. Whatever,” Ace grumbled impatiently, then snaked a hand into David’s pants and well. That wasn’t fair at all.
It was somewhat hard to parse the answers-condoms, are you clean, did you blow and or screw anyone else in the past 24 hours because ewww, germs which he usually didn’t care about, but hell, people who went looking for prostitutes weren’t the safest people on the streets, top or bottom-but they’ve done this enough times that David sort of took it in a blur and got it anyway.
“Oh for god sakes,” Ace snapped and, very handily, pulled down David’s pants, knelt down, and proceeded to suck out David’s brains, among other things.
“Mother fucker,” was all David could think of to say, gripping Ace’s hair and pushing himself into that warm, wet mouth with that fucking talented tongue that pressed and licked and oh fuck. Thank god his back was pressed up against a wall and keeping him standing.
Ace just hummed something, and shit if that did not make his cock even harder, and David gripped Ace’s hair tighter (ignoring the faintly annoyed look Ace tossed up at him). Then Ace began to slide his hands around and under and fuck..
David didn’t bother to pull back, just thrust forward hard and Ace took it like a practiced whore (oh wait).
“Shit,” he breathed when all was said and done.
Ace just made a face at him and got up from his knees. “Fucking floor,” he said, “Next time, bed. Or couch at least.”
David waved a limp hand, turning his face to the side when Ace tried to kiss him. “Gross, man,” he muttered.
Ace rolled his eyes and then gestured to his own straining pants. “Well?” he asked, arching a brow.
David rolled his eyes in return and, after catching his breath, shoved Ace against the wall and proceeded to unbutton Ace’s jeans.
~
“What we need,” Ace said, sprawled out on the couch, “is more money.”
David took a drag of his cigarette and leaned against a window, a hand idly scratching his stomach. “We always need more money,” he said.
“At least I’m making more than you are.”
“By whoring yourself out,” David said scornfully, and blew out some smoke. “Christ, I don’t know how you can do it. Screwing ugly people. Ugh.”
Ace casually shrugged. “The money is good.”
“Just as long as I don’t have to bail you out again.”
Ace grinned. “Why honey,” he drawled, “Were you worried about me?”
“For all I care, you can be ass up and getting passed around like weed.” David stubbed the cigarette out on the windowsill, where dozens of similar marks littered. Then he tossed the used butt out the window. “And you still owe me money for that.”
“Eh,” Ace said noncommittally.
David didn’t think he was going to get his money back. The fucker.
“How about we rob a bank?”
The fact that they were them made David seriously consider the question. “No,” he said finally, “we’d get caught really easily.” His lip twitched upwards into a smirk, “Guess you’re stuck fucking the fatties and perverts on the streets.”
“Asshole,” Ace said.
“Why don’t you at least seduce some rich bitch and fleece her out that way?”
“I have.”
David cocked an eyebrow in interest. “And?”
“You don’t find them everywhere. After a while they get bored and move on, or start wanting you to move in with them and service their every need.” Ace’s grin spoke volumes of said needs.
“So?” David thought that was kind of awesome. Lounge around, fuck all day, have no care in the world. Not that his pride would let him do it (unless she was smoking hot), but hell.
“Then they start wondering where you go, who you’re with, if you’re screwing anyone else on the side.”
“Ah.”
“And of course they expect commitment, or start to treat you like their dog.” Ace shrugged. “And some may be rich, but a good many are tight fisted bitches.”
“Sucks.”
“Yeah.”
They lapsed into silence. Then David sighed and raked his hair back with his fingers. “Let’s get some pussy tonight.”
“Sounds good to me.”
~
Tonight was perilously similar to the first time they started to fuck, David thought blackly, slugging back his beer. It was his… what? Fourth? Fifth one of the night? Not nearly enough to get him drunk.
Usually he and Ace had swarms of women-drawn by his roguish good looks (he was hot, damn it), and-well, all right, not charm, but he was still hot. Ace was the one with the pretty words and the sly, secret smiles, head tilted at the right angle so that the light hit him and made him…
David shook his head. Pussy. He was here to get pussy. He could have Ace pretty much whenever anyway. Ace was easy.
He caught the look of a pretty, busty girl at the bar, and gave her a smile and a wink. She tittered at him and then turned to her friend-blond, thin, wearing clothes that showed exactly how fine she was-and David grinned.
“Not bad,” Ace said.
“I’d do them both,” David replied cheerfully, “At once.”
Ace snorted. “You would.” He licked some beer off his lips, and David found himself staring when Ace gave him a puzzled look.
He shook his head. Pussy. He was here for…
“Damn,” Ace said and David followed his line of sight to the two girls who were now making out.
“Shit that’s hot,” David breathed, and apparently just about every male in the bar thought so too, because they were all staring at the two girls going hot and heavy. “I’d love to be in the middle of them.”
Ace laughed, and David paused.
Huh. It was weird how he liked the sound of Ace’s laugh.
He shook himself and looked around once more. “Ah, fuck it.” Girls were still making out. Guys were still staring.
“Hm?”
David hauled Ace up by his shirt. “Let’s go fuck.”
Ace obligingly stood up, even as he looked confused. “But I thought you wanted-”
David gave a sudden grin. “Yeah, but they’re so hot,” he waved a hand at the two girls who were now pawing at one another to the cheers (and whistles) of the crowd, “That I don’t care anymore.”
And hell, that was true.
~
“Yes. You know. You know. Whatever still,” Ace breathed as David shucked his shirt and helped Ace out of his own clothes. They were kissing messily, and if David had been half hard watching the two lesbians, then hell, he was fully hard now.
The following moments were a blur of heat and hands and touching and the next thing David knew, Ace’s legs were on his shoulders and he had two fingers slicked with lube into Ace.
“Fuck, fuck.” Ace panted and twisted and shoved his hips down further on the fingers.
“Christ you’re impatient,” David said, faint amusement swept away when he felt Ace clench on his fingers and shit-all, if the sight of Ace didn’t make him want to come, right then and there.
He pulled out and Ace whined, then proceeded to curse him out. David gave a shaky laugh and slicked up his fingers further before shoving three into Ace.
Ace’s hips lifted off the bed and he groaned. David bent over and blew lightly on Ace’s cock, who then proceeded to call him the filthiest names ever between whines of encouragement.
Fuck. David couldn’t wait any longer and tore open the condom with his teeth, rolling it on himself with one hand as he turned his head to the side and mouthed the side of Ace’s calf.
“Hurry the fuck up!” Ace snarled.
He muffled his laugh and then thought of nothing at all when he took his fingers out of Ace and thrust in, mind compressed upon itself as all he registered was heat and tightness and Jesus fucking Christ, that was good.
Ace hissed a bit at entry, which morphed into a long, drawn out whimper as David changed angles to just the right spot and thrust, rhythm slow and easy. He fisted Ace’s cock-and hell, it was so weird how he didn’t think this was weird anymore-and stroked as he pushed in, his other hand gripping Ace’s hip.
“Ah, ah,” Ace panted and moved his hips along with David’s movements, fingers clenched on the bed sheets. “Faster you-” and words were lost as David obliged, grip on his cock tightening, stroking roughly as his thrusts became more erratic.
His world shrunk to just this moment as the pleasure built up, and he thumbed the head of Ace’s cock, let his fingers slide down and around, squeezing just enough to-and Ace came into the curl of his hand. David continued to pump Ace’s spurting cock even as his thrusts became wilder, Ace’s spasm around his cock making him close his eyes and fuck harder.
“Shit.” He didn’t last long, just thrust in one last time as deep as he could go, hand probably making bruises along Ace’s hip as the pleasure crested and he let himself go, stars exploding in the back of his eyes.
David slowed, choked out a long sigh as he let Ace’s legs slip off his shoulders.
“Mmmm,” Ace said, as David slowly pulled out and collapsed next to him, lazily taking off the used condom and tossing it out at the garbage can next to the bed.
David let his head be turned with Ace’s fingers and he could hardly complain when Ace began to kiss him lazily, tongue flicking over his teeth. Still, after a couple of minutes he pushed back. “Sleep,” he ordered, and Ace gave him a grin, chuckle muffled as he turned his head into David’s shoulder, body scooting around the wet spot so that half of him was warm and heavy and on top of David.
David couldn’t bring himself to care.
Yeah, he liked girls. He also sorta thought that he liked Ace too, but hell. David closed his eyes.
That was a thought for another day.