Locked - for Bach

[anddowntothesea]

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.

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[anddowntothesea]

He doesn't want it to last - there'll be other times for that. Right now, he just wants to fa headlong into it.

"God, Bach - please."

[bachjones]

"Sh-shut up, I'm trying to-" He claws at his back. "Oh, Jesus."

[anddowntothesea]

Those scratches are going to hurt in the morning, ache under his t-shirt. He'll worry about that later.

[bachjones]

He comes hard, bucking against him, moving his hands to Gabe's dick in one move. Bach may be selfish, but he's not going to have a party for one.

"Come on, you drunk."