First (#096, Writer's Choice / Two-BitSteve)
Title: First
Fandom: The Outsiders
Characters: Two-Bit Mathews and Steve Randle
Prompt: #096 - Writer's Choice
Word Count: 337
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: "First" not as in first post, but as in first kiss. So yeah. Epic slash.
Link/LJ-cut: It be right here!
Tongue. Tongue and teeth. Tongue and teeth and hands. Oh god.
The wall was cold against the length of Steve's back, but it counteracted the heat that was currently slipping through his mouth, down his chest, through his stomach, stopping at his navel and pooling deliciously. His hips rose invoulintarily, meeting at the solid ones in front of him, only to be grabbed harshly and shoved backwards. Fine. It would have to work.
Besides, he was too occupied with that tongue that was trying to be forced down his throat. Slick and long, flicking everywhere it could reach. Steve's throat wretched out a strangled moan, opening his lips more and pressing deeper. His hands latched on to those hips in front of his, pulling them closer.
This was wrong. Everything about this was wrong. But it felt so fucking good, he didn't want it to stop. Not now, at least.
Hips. Grinding. Glory fuck.
Another moan lifted from his throat in to that hot mouth when it unlatched, trailing a sliver of saliva between them. Both of them were breathing heavily now, Steve's eyes lided and watching, waiting for the next move.
Two-Bit leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on Steve's lips again before pushing away and swallowing hard, shoving his hands deep in his pockets to keep from figiting. Steve licked his lips, his breathing calming down and eyes widening a little before washing his hand over his face.
"Um... yeah," was all he could get out.
Two-Bit chewed on his lower lip, pulling his hands fron his pockets and reaching for Steve, but he stopped and pulled them back, repeating this process a few times while Steve watched anxiously. Finally, Two-Bit worked his fingers before putting them back in his pockets and turning for the door, leaving as quickly as he had came.
Steve's knees finally gave out, sending him to the floor and reducing him to mush. His face was buried in his palms and he let out a long sigh.
"God damn."