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]

"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."

[anddowntothesea]

This is new, which doesn't mean it's bad, and a slow grin spreads across Gabe's face.

"Promises, promises."

[bachjones]

He squeezes his neck. "You know I don't like you playing the echo game."

[anddowntothesea]

He huffs out a laugh, rocking his hips back slowly.

"Sorry."

[bachjones]

Bach would love to string it out, but his body needs more than just a child-friendly gathering.

He holds Gabe down while he starts fucking him into the mattress, one hand still digging into the guy's hips. The best way to shut him up is to fuck the air out of him.

[anddowntothesea]

Pretty much all that Gabe can do is kneel there and take it, one hand wrapped around the bedframe. He moans, breathlessly, rocking his hips back to meet Bach's.

[bachjones]

Now Bach's getting into it, picking up on Gabe's song to make him feel part of it all, losing his control as fast as possible. He's luring him to break down right now, demands it, almost.

[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."