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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[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."

[bachjones]

"And you will, again. Soon."

He almost bend down to kiss the skin again, but knew it wasn't appreciated anyway. Instead he pulled him up to his knees and lubed up three fingers.

"Tell me when this hurts."

[anddowntothesea]

He bites his lip at the press of Bach's fingers, doesn't groan until it's three.

"Jesus," he says, forehead dropping to the pillow. "Slower."

[bachjones]

"Maybe I don't have time for that."

And although Bach feels himself slowly taken over, it'd be easier with others around. Suddenly he misses parties.

"Don't tell me you don't want dick now."

[anddowntothesea]

"You got a line out the door or something?" Sober, he could never do this but he's not quite himself right now and Bach's fingers feel amazing, even when they sting.

"You think?"

[bachjones]

"These days I do housecalls."

He teases him a little worse. "You have to relax, man. Can't fuck you through a needle hole."

[anddowntothesea]

"Fuck - I didn't know I could get you to come to me." He lets out a shuddering breath. "Okay, okay. I'm trying."

[bachjones]

"Do you mean to say you have a place to stay?"

He gave him a playful spank. "If you have the time I'm willing to take it."

[anddowntothesea]

"I've got the boat, don't I?" He grins over his shoulder. "And I got all the time in the world for you, baby."

He doesn't roll his eyes, but it's close.

[bachjones]

"I'll remember."

He pulls out and cleans off his fingers on a nearby piece of clothing. "If I can, after fucking your brains out. Ready?"

[anddowntothesea]

"Sure," says Gabe, resting his chin on the pillow. "I can take it."

[bachjones]

That's something Bach likes to hear. He takes no time teasing, just pushing in and bending over the other guy.

"Fucking finally."

[anddowntothesea]

No matter how many times they do this, no matter what they do, Gabe's never quite expecting it. For a moment, he goes very still, fingers clenching in the sheets.

"Jesus, Bach."

[bachjones]

"Was that a complaint?"

He wipes the hair in his neck away to nip at the soft flesh there. "Because I think you feel pretty good."

[anddowntothesea]

The touch of teeth makes him groan, his hips jerking slightly, pushing back against the press of Bach's hips against him.

"You gonna fuck me or just talk about it?"

[bachjones]

"I told you that I had time."

He puts his hands on his shoulders and rolls his hips a little. "Are you going to beg?"

[anddowntothesea]

"Do you want me to?" asks Gabe, through gritted teeth. "You might have to...shit. You might have to spank me again."

[bachjones]

"Oh?"

His grip becomes tighter, but he keeps the rhythm slow. "I will gag you first, that howl got me complaints last time."