slightly less than normal, Gabe/William sex pollen
Second pornfic I've written in my life, and it's all the fault of the Sex Pollen Meme. *glowers*
slightly less than normal
William/Gabe, sex pollen, so very NC-17.
The funny thing about it is that William doesn't usually even have sex all that often. He's not big on groupies, fucking convenient techs or members of other bands like it's going out of style. He dates. He dates, and he always waits until at least the third date before he makes any sort of move, and even then, unless whoever he's with says something, he generally leaves it just at heavy making out.
Gabe doesn't know why nobody seems to realise this; maybe it's because they look at William, look at his hips and his legs and his hair and they think, Damn, if I was within ten feet of that ass, I would be tapping it the whole fucking day. Personally, Gabe thinks that the idea of William being a nymphomaniac is not nearly as hot at the idea of William just being William, but that's not the point; the point is that someone accosted Bill about ten minutes ago and said, "It should be just like it is on the internet," before spraying him with something and running away.
And then, about five minutes ago, William started acting really strange.
"Fuck," Gabe says, as William pushes him back onto the bed. "Bill, dude, are you okay?"
William looks like he wants to say something, maybe along the lines of, Gabe, I'm ripping your clothes off and molesting you in our hotel room even though I've never shown any real desire to do so before, does it fucking look like I'm okay? But he doesn't seem to be able to articulate that, so instead he just grits out, "No," and gets back to trying to undo the button of Gabe's jeans with his teeth.
Which, okay, it's not like it's a bad image or anything, but Gabe's actually kind of worried here. "I think we should take you to a hospital," he says, gasping a little because William's sliding a hand up his shirt.
"No!" William says fervently, his eyes too large as he looks up at Gabe. "I - fuck, I just need to touch you. It'll be okay. I just need -" He breaks off and bites down on the skin of Gabe's hip, sucking a hickey into the skin. "Fuck."
"Yeah, that kind of seems to be what this is leading to," Gabe agrees, trying to sound offhanded and probably failing. It's okay; he doesn't think William is really paying that close attention, anyway. "I'm really not sure about this." He pulls William up by the collar of his shirt, hoping that if they're face to face both of them can actually end up being slightly more reasonable.
It doesn't work. William jerks his hips hard against Gabe's thigh, makes a noise as if he's about to cry. "I am," he says, sounding as if he has to force the words out, fight to make it coherent instead of just a moan. "God, please, Gabe, please, it hurts so fucking - god, I just -"
He thrusts again, and this time his leg manages to wriggle around so that it's rubbing against Gabe's crotch, and Gabe just indistinctly mutters something that sounds like, "Oh god fuck yes."
William apparently takes this as consent, and fuck, Gabe hadn't even realised William was holding back. Now, though, he's all over Gabe, his legs straddling Gabe's hips, his hands clutching the back of Gabe's head and bringing their mouths together for a fast, violent kiss.
Gabe has kissed William before, on stage and off, and William never uses teeth, never forces Gabe's mouth open wider so he can just invade it with his tongue, never bites Gabe's lower lip and just tugs before diving back in. He thinks about expressing his worry again, but William's working a hand down his pants and it's kind of hard to concentrate.
He does manage to tug off both their shirts, sending them flying to the corners of the room, which he considers a miracle considering that it's fucking difficult just to think, and getting his hands to actually move is a lot harder. "I guess it's a good thing we got a hotel," he gasps inanely, his hips thrusting up without him actually intending for them to. "And that we share a lot."
"You need to stop talking," William says, still rubbing against Gabe's thigh. Gabe thinks it's probably unfair that William, who is, after all, the one with the pressing need to have sex, isn't really getting any good action. He moves to remedy this by undoing William's jeans and sticking a hand down.
William groans and his hand stops moving, although it's still wrapped around Gabe's dick. It's - well, okay, it's really frustrating, but it also lets Gabe get a little more control of himself.
As much control as he can have with William writhing around like that, and Jesus, that shouldn't be fucking legal. Except for how it really, really should.
William comes suddenly, all over Gabe's hand, and Gabe's first thought - which he will feel guilty about later, but for now, he's got William fucking Beckett's hand in his pants, and he thinks he's about to explode - is, Thank god, now he can finish jacking me off.
His second thought is, Oh fuck, he's getting hard again, I didn't even know that was possible. "Bill?" he asks as William's hand picks up speed again. "Do you have any idea what the fuck is going on?"
"No," William grits out, "but I really think you should fuck me."
That - well, there's no chance of that for the time being, because the when Gabe heard William say that, he comes harder than he has in at least the past year. "Shit," he says, pulling off his jeans and boxers in one feel swoop, before they have the chance to get cold and sticky. After a moment of thought, he does the same for William.
William sighs and drops his head down to Gabe's chest. "I hate life," he mutters, thrusting against Gabe like he doesn't even mean to be doing it and just can't stop himself. Judging from the way he's been acting for the past while, he really can't.
"Yeah, well," Gabe says, and it doesn't mean anything in particular. William whimpers, and Gabe says, "Okay, I'm going to blow you now, is that okay?"
"Seriously?" William asks, as disbelievingly as he can. "You really have to ask that? Have you not been -"
Gabe takes that as a yes and goes down, wrapping his mouth around William's cock. He hasn't blown anyone in a while, but he's always kind of liked it, liked the ache in his jaw and the stretch at the corners of his mouth, likes hearing William moaning as he licks over the tip and down.
Or, you know, anyone moaning as he licks over the tip and down. It's just kind of better when it's William, and he's not going to get into that right now, because seriously? Giving William Beckett a blowjob. He kind of needs to focus for that.
"Fuck," William groans, and maybe if he's good Gabe will teach him that thing with his tongue later, if there is a later, "fuck, fuck, fuck -"
It's as good as a warning, so Gabe's not surprised when William comes in his mouth, not really. He pulls off a little too early, though, and some of it ends up splattered over his chin. Making a face, he swallows what he can, spits the residue out and reaches up to wipe his face clean, but before he can do more than just get a smudge on his finger, William slithers down his body like a cobra and licks it off, looking drugged.
Oh, yeah. Drugged. Gabe's brain tries to poke him, say, About that..., but Gabe's dick is having none of it and, judging by his earlier reactions, William won't either.
"Gabe, if you even think about stopping, I will kill you," William says, shaking his head and losing some of the glazed look, which is good, because that was definitely kind of creepy.
"With what?" Gabe asks, almost out of habit. "Your cock?"
"I'll figure something out," William promises before slamming their mouths together again and pressing himself against Gabe's bare hip. All of which just goes to prove that Gabe was right about William having none of it and, defeated, Gabe's brain sulkily stops arguing. It'll probably come back later, with a vengeance, but for now Gabe just slides a hand down Bill's chest, down, down. Once he hits William's dick William just starts pushing, fucking Gabe's hand until Gabe is hardly even doing anything at all, just grasping tightly.
"It hurts," William groans, and Gabe mentally promises to kill whoever the fuck did this before throwing himself into his task with resumed energy.
William comes three times before Gabe gets it up again, which if anything just shows that God has a sense of moderation, because Gabe's pretty sure that watching William orgasm three times in a row, tipping his head back, his hair sweaty and all over the place, making the face that he occasionally makes on stage, if a thousand times hotter - all that should be enough to get someone hard in a second, no matter how many times they've come before that.
"Bill," he says, and William says, "Oh, thank god," already reaching for the lube. He pours it into his hand and slicks his fingers, reaching to fuck himself on them almost before Gabe is aware of what's happening. Once he is aware, he just kind of stares, because - fuck. He is so, so fucked, and not in the physical way, although he's probably going to end up being that way, too, later tonight.
"Gabe," William says, and Gabe says, "Okay, okay, wait a second." He rolls on a condom and uses William's other hand, the not-fingerfucking hand, which still has a shallow puddle of lube in it, to get himself slippery.
"Thank god," William repeats as Gabe slides in. He shifts, and somehow gets his legs up over Gabe's shoulders, which, okay. Gabe is really impressed by that. He's even more impressed when William manages to lean forward and kiss him. It's just a light kiss, badly angled, but that's still a crazy display of flexibility.
"Fuck," he says, a little awed. "Is this normal? How many crunches do you do a day?"
"Move," William demands, and Gabe grabs his hips and moves. He worries that his fingers are leaving bruises, but - William's hips. Really, does he need to say anything else?
"Seriously, though, isn't that killing you?" he wonders.
"It wouldn't if you would move," William grumbles, but when Gabe just continues at a medium pace he moves his legs down, wrapping them around Gabe's waist and just pulling him forward.
"Yeah, okay," Gabe agrees.
"And stop talking," William adds.
Gabe figures saying anything in reply to that would be breaking the rule, so he just concentrates on matching his thrusts to William's unintentional hip jerks, figures out that he can make William whimper in the good way, not the I've-been-dosed-with-some-kind-of-Viagra-and-it-kind-of-hurts way if he moves just so, twists his hips, keeps William pressed firmly against him -
William comes twice while Gabe is inside him. Gabe thinks it's kind of astonishing that he managed to last long enough for that to happen. He would've thought that he'd be a goner just after William came for the first time, although to be fair, it was kind of early.
"I usually have more stamina than this," William pants, sinking back onto the bed and looking at Gabe, one hand draped around Gabe's torso.
"Lack of stamina is so not what you have to be worrying about right now," Gabe tells him, his eyes drooping shut before he forces them open again. William's dick is already stirring; it won't be long now before they get going again.
William laughs lightly. "I'm probably going to really regret saying this in the morning, but this is so not what I thought our first time would be like."
Gabe pauses for a second, tries to keep it light. "Well, if I had it my way, there would've been rose petals all over the bed." When William's mouth just kind of droops and he starts tucking his head down into the curve of Gabe's neck, down where Gabe can't see his eyes, Gabe adds, "Hey, you know, evening out the scale of things we're going to going to be so embarrassed that we said tomorrow, I watch all of your shows from backstage. Just for you."
"Yeah?" William asks, pressing his lips to Gabe's neck.
"Yeah," Gabe says, wrapping his arms around William. "Maybe we can start over tomorrow. I'll get the rose petals and everything."
"Mm," William agrees, his hips already starting to snap out again.
"Hey," Gabe says easily, "I think you should fuck me this time." He pulls William up into another kiss.
They're going to be so sore in the morning. He thinks it might be worth it.
slightly less than normal
William/Gabe, sex pollen, so very NC-17.
The funny thing about it is that William doesn't usually even have sex all that often. He's not big on groupies, fucking convenient techs or members of other bands like it's going out of style. He dates. He dates, and he always waits until at least the third date before he makes any sort of move, and even then, unless whoever he's with says something, he generally leaves it just at heavy making out.
Gabe doesn't know why nobody seems to realise this; maybe it's because they look at William, look at his hips and his legs and his hair and they think, Damn, if I was within ten feet of that ass, I would be tapping it the whole fucking day. Personally, Gabe thinks that the idea of William being a nymphomaniac is not nearly as hot at the idea of William just being William, but that's not the point; the point is that someone accosted Bill about ten minutes ago and said, "It should be just like it is on the internet," before spraying him with something and running away.
And then, about five minutes ago, William started acting really strange.
"Fuck," Gabe says, as William pushes him back onto the bed. "Bill, dude, are you okay?"
William looks like he wants to say something, maybe along the lines of, Gabe, I'm ripping your clothes off and molesting you in our hotel room even though I've never shown any real desire to do so before, does it fucking look like I'm okay? But he doesn't seem to be able to articulate that, so instead he just grits out, "No," and gets back to trying to undo the button of Gabe's jeans with his teeth.
Which, okay, it's not like it's a bad image or anything, but Gabe's actually kind of worried here. "I think we should take you to a hospital," he says, gasping a little because William's sliding a hand up his shirt.
"No!" William says fervently, his eyes too large as he looks up at Gabe. "I - fuck, I just need to touch you. It'll be okay. I just need -" He breaks off and bites down on the skin of Gabe's hip, sucking a hickey into the skin. "Fuck."
"Yeah, that kind of seems to be what this is leading to," Gabe agrees, trying to sound offhanded and probably failing. It's okay; he doesn't think William is really paying that close attention, anyway. "I'm really not sure about this." He pulls William up by the collar of his shirt, hoping that if they're face to face both of them can actually end up being slightly more reasonable.
It doesn't work. William jerks his hips hard against Gabe's thigh, makes a noise as if he's about to cry. "I am," he says, sounding as if he has to force the words out, fight to make it coherent instead of just a moan. "God, please, Gabe, please, it hurts so fucking - god, I just -"
He thrusts again, and this time his leg manages to wriggle around so that it's rubbing against Gabe's crotch, and Gabe just indistinctly mutters something that sounds like, "Oh god fuck yes."
William apparently takes this as consent, and fuck, Gabe hadn't even realised William was holding back. Now, though, he's all over Gabe, his legs straddling Gabe's hips, his hands clutching the back of Gabe's head and bringing their mouths together for a fast, violent kiss.
Gabe has kissed William before, on stage and off, and William never uses teeth, never forces Gabe's mouth open wider so he can just invade it with his tongue, never bites Gabe's lower lip and just tugs before diving back in. He thinks about expressing his worry again, but William's working a hand down his pants and it's kind of hard to concentrate.
He does manage to tug off both their shirts, sending them flying to the corners of the room, which he considers a miracle considering that it's fucking difficult just to think, and getting his hands to actually move is a lot harder. "I guess it's a good thing we got a hotel," he gasps inanely, his hips thrusting up without him actually intending for them to. "And that we share a lot."
"You need to stop talking," William says, still rubbing against Gabe's thigh. Gabe thinks it's probably unfair that William, who is, after all, the one with the pressing need to have sex, isn't really getting any good action. He moves to remedy this by undoing William's jeans and sticking a hand down.
William groans and his hand stops moving, although it's still wrapped around Gabe's dick. It's - well, okay, it's really frustrating, but it also lets Gabe get a little more control of himself.
As much control as he can have with William writhing around like that, and Jesus, that shouldn't be fucking legal. Except for how it really, really should.
William comes suddenly, all over Gabe's hand, and Gabe's first thought - which he will feel guilty about later, but for now, he's got William fucking Beckett's hand in his pants, and he thinks he's about to explode - is, Thank god, now he can finish jacking me off.
His second thought is, Oh fuck, he's getting hard again, I didn't even know that was possible. "Bill?" he asks as William's hand picks up speed again. "Do you have any idea what the fuck is going on?"
"No," William grits out, "but I really think you should fuck me."
That - well, there's no chance of that for the time being, because the when Gabe heard William say that, he comes harder than he has in at least the past year. "Shit," he says, pulling off his jeans and boxers in one feel swoop, before they have the chance to get cold and sticky. After a moment of thought, he does the same for William.
William sighs and drops his head down to Gabe's chest. "I hate life," he mutters, thrusting against Gabe like he doesn't even mean to be doing it and just can't stop himself. Judging from the way he's been acting for the past while, he really can't.
"Yeah, well," Gabe says, and it doesn't mean anything in particular. William whimpers, and Gabe says, "Okay, I'm going to blow you now, is that okay?"
"Seriously?" William asks, as disbelievingly as he can. "You really have to ask that? Have you not been -"
Gabe takes that as a yes and goes down, wrapping his mouth around William's cock. He hasn't blown anyone in a while, but he's always kind of liked it, liked the ache in his jaw and the stretch at the corners of his mouth, likes hearing William moaning as he licks over the tip and down.
Or, you know, anyone moaning as he licks over the tip and down. It's just kind of better when it's William, and he's not going to get into that right now, because seriously? Giving William Beckett a blowjob. He kind of needs to focus for that.
"Fuck," William groans, and maybe if he's good Gabe will teach him that thing with his tongue later, if there is a later, "fuck, fuck, fuck -"
It's as good as a warning, so Gabe's not surprised when William comes in his mouth, not really. He pulls off a little too early, though, and some of it ends up splattered over his chin. Making a face, he swallows what he can, spits the residue out and reaches up to wipe his face clean, but before he can do more than just get a smudge on his finger, William slithers down his body like a cobra and licks it off, looking drugged.
Oh, yeah. Drugged. Gabe's brain tries to poke him, say, About that..., but Gabe's dick is having none of it and, judging by his earlier reactions, William won't either.
"Gabe, if you even think about stopping, I will kill you," William says, shaking his head and losing some of the glazed look, which is good, because that was definitely kind of creepy.
"With what?" Gabe asks, almost out of habit. "Your cock?"
"I'll figure something out," William promises before slamming their mouths together again and pressing himself against Gabe's bare hip. All of which just goes to prove that Gabe was right about William having none of it and, defeated, Gabe's brain sulkily stops arguing. It'll probably come back later, with a vengeance, but for now Gabe just slides a hand down Bill's chest, down, down. Once he hits William's dick William just starts pushing, fucking Gabe's hand until Gabe is hardly even doing anything at all, just grasping tightly.
"It hurts," William groans, and Gabe mentally promises to kill whoever the fuck did this before throwing himself into his task with resumed energy.
William comes three times before Gabe gets it up again, which if anything just shows that God has a sense of moderation, because Gabe's pretty sure that watching William orgasm three times in a row, tipping his head back, his hair sweaty and all over the place, making the face that he occasionally makes on stage, if a thousand times hotter - all that should be enough to get someone hard in a second, no matter how many times they've come before that.
"Bill," he says, and William says, "Oh, thank god," already reaching for the lube. He pours it into his hand and slicks his fingers, reaching to fuck himself on them almost before Gabe is aware of what's happening. Once he is aware, he just kind of stares, because - fuck. He is so, so fucked, and not in the physical way, although he's probably going to end up being that way, too, later tonight.
"Gabe," William says, and Gabe says, "Okay, okay, wait a second." He rolls on a condom and uses William's other hand, the not-fingerfucking hand, which still has a shallow puddle of lube in it, to get himself slippery.
"Thank god," William repeats as Gabe slides in. He shifts, and somehow gets his legs up over Gabe's shoulders, which, okay. Gabe is really impressed by that. He's even more impressed when William manages to lean forward and kiss him. It's just a light kiss, badly angled, but that's still a crazy display of flexibility.
"Fuck," he says, a little awed. "Is this normal? How many crunches do you do a day?"
"Move," William demands, and Gabe grabs his hips and moves. He worries that his fingers are leaving bruises, but - William's hips. Really, does he need to say anything else?
"Seriously, though, isn't that killing you?" he wonders.
"It wouldn't if you would move," William grumbles, but when Gabe just continues at a medium pace he moves his legs down, wrapping them around Gabe's waist and just pulling him forward.
"Yeah, okay," Gabe agrees.
"And stop talking," William adds.
Gabe figures saying anything in reply to that would be breaking the rule, so he just concentrates on matching his thrusts to William's unintentional hip jerks, figures out that he can make William whimper in the good way, not the I've-been-dosed-with-some-kind-of-Viagra-and-it-kind-of-hurts way if he moves just so, twists his hips, keeps William pressed firmly against him -
William comes twice while Gabe is inside him. Gabe thinks it's kind of astonishing that he managed to last long enough for that to happen. He would've thought that he'd be a goner just after William came for the first time, although to be fair, it was kind of early.
"I usually have more stamina than this," William pants, sinking back onto the bed and looking at Gabe, one hand draped around Gabe's torso.
"Lack of stamina is so not what you have to be worrying about right now," Gabe tells him, his eyes drooping shut before he forces them open again. William's dick is already stirring; it won't be long now before they get going again.
William laughs lightly. "I'm probably going to really regret saying this in the morning, but this is so not what I thought our first time would be like."
Gabe pauses for a second, tries to keep it light. "Well, if I had it my way, there would've been rose petals all over the bed." When William's mouth just kind of droops and he starts tucking his head down into the curve of Gabe's neck, down where Gabe can't see his eyes, Gabe adds, "Hey, you know, evening out the scale of things we're going to going to be so embarrassed that we said tomorrow, I watch all of your shows from backstage. Just for you."
"Yeah?" William asks, pressing his lips to Gabe's neck.
"Yeah," Gabe says, wrapping his arms around William. "Maybe we can start over tomorrow. I'll get the rose petals and everything."
"Mm," William agrees, his hips already starting to snap out again.
"Hey," Gabe says easily, "I think you should fuck me this time." He pulls William up into another kiss.
They're going to be so sore in the morning. He thinks it might be worth it.