Common Ground
Title: Common Ground
Fandom: Sorcerer's Apprentice
Pairing: Drake Stone/Dave Stutler
Rating: NC -17
Prompt: "It almost reminds him of the first time he met Drake."
Kink: Sex in public; sex against a wall.
Prompter: morgynleri_fic
Notes/Warnings: None
All Dave can think is ‘how the fuck did I end up here?”
He’s about to get fucked up against a wall in a public bathroom and hardly even knows how he got here.
It’s been a week since Becky dumped him. He supposed he ought to have seen it coming. She wanted a normal life, and she couldn’t have that when her boyfriend was a damned sorcerer.
So that kind of explained his current position. Drake Stone, arrogant, sparkly jackass that he was, was the only sorcerer he knew of (well, that wasn’t old and basically a second dad) so he’d come to find him.
He wasn’t sure exactly what he’d intended to do or say, but in hindsight that didn’t really matter since it had apparently been decided for him.
Drake had just given him a long, assessing look, dragged him into the club’s bathroom and drawled “don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll make you forget all about her.”
That had sounded like a very good idea, so now Dave was backed up against a wall with Drake sucking a mark on his neck and grinding his erection against Dave’s equally aroused cock. It occurred to that it almost reminds him of the first time they met, and then he decided that it was best to simply switch his brain off and just feel.
Drake was unbuttoning his shirt, licking a path across his chest. He whimpered softly when Drake’s hot, wet mouth descended on a nipple. They were wonderfully sensitive and he loved having them sucked. Becky had never paid them enough attention and no, he was supposed to be shutting his brain down.
After a minute Drake sank gracefully to his knees and tugged Dave’s pants down. He teasingly ran his tongue up and down the length of Dave’s aching cock a few times before taking him into his mouth and sucking hard. Dave moaned and twined his fingers through the overly-gelled blond hair, pressing his cock deeper into the wet heat.
Drake groaned softly, the vibrations doing wondrous things to Dave’s dick. He sucked and licked expertly until Dave was on the brink, and the pulled back.
Dave whined in protest when Drake got to his feet but Drake just shushed him and pulled a small bottle of lube from his pocket.
Drake kicked his legs apart and whispered “gonna make you scream, baby,” in his ear. Dave would have responded to that except that a slick finger was sliding into him without warning and curling against a spot that made him see stars.
Instead all that came out was something resembling “nghpleaseGodmorepleasefuck.” Not exactly dignified, but at least it was to the point.
“Mmm, God, you love that don’t you?” Drake was murmuring in his ear. He didn’t respond except to buck his hips down onto Drake’s finger and gasp out “more!”
Drake obliged, sinking in a second finger and twisting and scissoring them. It hurt a little, but the pain was nothing compared to the mind-numbing pleasure that sparked up his spine every time Drake brushed against his prostate.
He was faintly aware that he was moaning rather loudly, but he couldn’t bring himself to give a damn.
After Drake had finished stretching him with three fingers he withdrew them and Dave heard him unzip those ridiculous leather pants.
Dave clumsily stepped out of his jeans and kicked them away. He noticed that at some point Drake had removed his own shirt, and then he was being lifted with surprising strength and the next thing he knew he was sinking down onto Drake’s cock.
He bit his lip at the flash of burning pain and concentrated on relaxing. Drake rocked his hips forward slowly at first. Soon Dave was wrapping his legs tighter around Drake’s waist and rocking back against him as the pain faded and turned into pleasure.
“So good, so tight.” Drake was murmuring against his neck.
Dave let his head fall back against the wall, squeezed his eyes shut and just let the sensations wash over him.
The feeling of being stretched and filled like this, the spine-melting pleasure that cascaded along his nerves whenever Drake’s cock rubbed his sweet spot and the way it felt to be pinned, held down and used by someone stronger than himself, in a public place no less, was intoxicating on a level he’d never imagined before and he thought he could very easily get addicted to it.
“Harder, please, harder,” he groaned.
"Mmm, you're such a filthy little cockslut, aren't you? Drake hissed in his ear as he tightened his grip on Dave's hips and sped up his thrusts.
Dave could only answer with moans and gasps because Drake was slamming into him, deep and hard, hitting his prostate every time and it was so fucking good Dave could hardly breathe.
Drake reached between them and began stroking Dave’s cock at a counterpoint to the movement of their hips. Dave bit his lip and whined in the back of his throat as felt his orgasm approaching.
Drake’s thrusts grew shorter and sharper and his hand moved faster on Dave’s dick. They were both panting heavily, sweat sliding down their bodies, muscles straining as they sought release.
Drake came first, biting down on Dave’s shoulder to muffle a scream as he spilt into the younger man’s tight ass.
Dave squirmed and whimpered plaintively, right on the brink of climax. Drake suddenly leaned forward and sucked Dave’s nipple into his mouth, hot tongue laving over it, teeth grazing slightly. Dave threw his head back and cried out, vision whiting out and mind going blissfully blank as he came harder than ever before.
Drake pulled out and set him down on trembling legs. They pulled their clothes back on quickly. As Drake turned to leave, Dave murmured ‘thank you’ under his breath.
Dave thought he heard Drake softly reply “yeah, same to you,” but when he looked up, Drake was gone.