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 leans into the kiss, both palms sliding against bare skin just over Bach's waistband.

"That's very fuckin' generous of you, man."

[bachjones]

"You know me, I'm a sweetheart. And you've been gone way too long."

[anddowntothesea]

"It has been a while," he says, fingers slipping just under elastic in the small of Bach's back. "What was I thinkin'?"

[bachjones]

He hisses. "If I'd more awake I'd kick you out, I swear. Now you just have to take advantage of me."

[anddowntothesea]

"You wouldn't," he says, whole hand pressing down inside Bach's bottoms now, squeezing his ass. "And you know it."

[bachjones]

"Bastard."

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."

[anddowntothesea]

"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?"

[bachjones]

"You think I remember all that?"

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."

[anddowntothesea]

"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.

[bachjones]

"Because it might stop you talking and get to work."

He unbuckles the guy's pants and pulls them down. "Or do you need some more alcohol and cry about your feelings?"

[anddowntothesea]

"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."

[bachjones]

"You're still talking."

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."

[anddowntothesea]

He bites his lip, pushing up into the press of Bach's hand.

"Promises promises."

[bachjones]

"I will sing you to sleep", he hums in his ear. "Drop you somewhere sore and confused. Why you're being such a bitch, man?"

[anddowntothesea]

"I don't know," he says, head swimming pleasantly as he rocks his hips up. "You just bring out the worst in me."

[bachjones]

"Trust in meeeee, just in me."

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?"

[anddowntothesea]

"I've got amazing fuckin' resolve," he says, squirming a little. "You should take full advantage."

[bachjones]

Bach tries not to drool too obviously over that. "So you can fall asleep under me?"

[anddowntothesea]

"I'm wide awake," he says, flashing a quick grin, far broader than any he ever raises when he's sober. "Promise."

[bachjones]

"Just a lazy fucker."

[anddowntothesea]

"Hoping to be ravished," he says, grinning. "Or get my brains fucked out."

[bachjones]

He gets up and turns Gabe on his belly, reaching over him because he's sure he's got some lube near his pillow.

"I'll see what I can do. Why do you always have to wear underwear, man?"

[anddowntothesea]

"Because my dad raised me right," says Gabe, propping himself up on his elbows and looking over his shoulder, biting his lip when his cock grazes against the sheets.

[bachjones]

"No fucking way that we're going to talk about parents right now."

He sucks a mark in the man's neck before kissing his way down. "Is there lube under the pillow?"

[anddowntothesea]

He shoves one hand under the pillow, groping around until he comes up with lube, passing it backwards.

"It's like you knew I was coming."