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anddowntothesea) wrote2014-09-21 08:30 pm
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Locked - for Bach
He has no idea why he always ends up here. It's not like there aren't other places in town that he could go - not like there aren't bodies softer than Bach's, places where it's easier in the morning. He has no idea why he ends up here, other than it's easy, and Bach doesn't ask questions and it feels good while they're doing it.
So here he is.
He leans his shoulder against the doorframe and knocks.
So here he is.
He leans his shoulder against the doorframe and knocks.
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Even though he knows why Gabe's here for, he puts on pajama pants before opening the door, messing up his curls into something close to order.
"Man."
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"Too late for ya?"
Gabe's smile is crooked, has always been crooked, and he glances up at Back through his eyelashes, tossing his head to brush his hair back from his forehead. "Because I can always go and rest my head somewhere else."
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Bach blows him a kiss before kicking the door closed. "What the hell did you drink, man? You stink."
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"I sorta lost count," says Gabe, off-balance and laughing, stumbling against Bach a little more than he needs to. "But vodka was definitely involved."
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He leans into the kiss, both palms sliding against bare skin just over Bach's waistband.
"That's very fuckin' generous of you, man."
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"It has been a while," he says, fingers slipping just under elastic in the small of Bach's back. "What was I thinkin'?"
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"You wouldn't," he says, whole hand pressing down inside Bach's bottoms now, squeezing his ass. "And you know it."
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He pushes him down on the pile off mattresses functioning as a bed and pulls up Gabe's shirt. "You better make this worth my time."
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"Don't I always?" he asks, lying back with knees lolling wide, looking up at Back, hair tumbled across his forehead. "Don't I every single time?"
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He leaned down for a kiss while his hands moved over the familiar slopes of Gabe's body. "You're not my little prince, man."
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"Awh, shit," says Gabe, breathless, laughing, pressing a kiss to the underside of Bach's jaw. "What you got to burst my bubble like that for, man?"
But he's joking, isn't he? Both of them know what's happening here.
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He unbuckles the guy's pants and pulls them down. "Or do you need some more alcohol and cry about your feelings?"
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"Boo fucking hoo," he says, his hands sliding over Bach's hips, pulling his body down, thighs cradling him. "I can think of a few things I'd like more."
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He grazes a nipple with his teeth, cupping Gabe's crotch. "I'm going to sit on your face if you carry on like this."
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He bites his lip, pushing up into the press of Bach's hand.
"Promises promises."
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"I don't know," he says, head swimming pleasantly as he rocks his hips up. "You just bring out the worst in me."
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He straddles him now, tuning in to the pleasant clash they make together. "After all that drink, do I really feel you poking me now?"
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"I've got amazing fuckin' resolve," he says, squirming a little. "You should take full advantage."
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"I'm wide awake," he says, flashing a quick grin, far broader than any he ever raises when he's sober. "Promise."
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