I Know That You Need Him, Baby Take It Easy. {Chapter 10}
Title: I Know That You Need Him, Baby Take It Easy. [Chapter 10]
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Nothing here is mine, but the plot...
William
What did he just say?
“I want you inside me… like ten minutes ago…” and he bites my neck in that spot. Again.
“I… I don’t think I can…”
“What? Why? You don’t want me?”
“Yes, of course I do. I just haven’t done that in a long time…”
“What?”
“You know… that…” I feel the heat rising in my face. I wish I was able to talk about sex easier… it would make my life a whole lot easier, I could avoid this awkwardness that always seems to happen. “… I never… not… bottom…” my voice quiets and the last word comes out a lot more hushed than I expected.
“Aw, babe. Are you scared?” I am so frustrated right now, I want to slap the smirk off of him. Just giggling like its nothing, but hear I am looking like a loser; and there is nothing I can do. This is freaking Gabe Saporta, the front man of the Midtown. God I want him, but I want him to not think that I’m a freak…
“Bill babe… it’s kinda like riding a bike; you can’t really forget…” and he chuckles some more. I bite my lip and stare him in the eyes.
“I want you…”
“I know.” Again with the cocky-ness. Like he’s God’s gift to men…
I get up, pull him to his feet, and shove him into the wall; pinning with my hands on either side of his head.
“I said I want you. I want you right now…”
“I’m not stopping you Bill…” He takes my face in his hands and pulls me a few inches away from his face. “…it’s your move, your call.”
We crash together in a frenzy, pulling each other as close as physically possible. He works his hands through my hair, inside my jacket, anywhere he can touch. I grind into is hips, and he lets out a low moan; and I can feel him under his jeans. I kiss the side of his mouth, then his cheek, on his jaw; slowly and softly working towards his neck. He lays his head on the wall, whimpering and letting out other low noises.
“Bill, baby… I need you, I can’t… wait anymore…” Playfully I nip his neck, just on his soft spot; and he gasps and rolls his hips up, searching for contact. I pull my own hips away from his reach. “You are such a fucking tease…” I smile into his neck.
“I know.” The shirt comes off, and I am faced again with the sight of Gabe’s flawless upper body. I put my hand on his side, and trace his figure; admiring the man before me. One hand stops when I reach his hip, the other continues exploring along the edge of denim; and then to the button that is undone, and to the zipper that goes down…
“Bill… Please? Baby you are torturing me… are you trying to torture me?”
“No sweetie” I say while running my hands on his chest, on his abs. “I just want to take my time when I am with you. You are an absolute work of art.” He smiles and turns his head away, but not before I notice the blushing. I smile “May I continue?”
A very sheepish ‘yes’ comes out as he bites his lip.
“I thought so…” I work down his jeans… and the thin fabric of his boxers doesn’t hold him in at all, so I just push them the rest of the way down. Without hesitation, I kiss his tip, then slowly and lazily start to lick around; his head, down the underside of his shaft. He lets out a long moan and I feel him squirm; he reaches down, twists his hands in my hair, and lays his head back. After a while I pause and he lets out grunt of frustration, and drops his head back down to watch me; giving me a face that is a cross between confusion and dissatisfaction. I do nothing but look him square in the eye as I reach my fingers to my lips; and lick them, coating them with saliva. With out breaking eye contact I take my fingers and glide them inside. He shudders; either from the intensity of me watching him, or from the pleasure I am giving him. I wrap my mouth around his dick and start to suck so hard that my cheeks go hallow. This causes Gabe to moan a little, and I look up at him to watch his face, hear his noises.
“Nuuhh, God Bill.” He glances down, almost entranced in the actions happening. “Oh Bill, baby you look so hot right now.” I smile a little, and break contact after a minute or so.
“You ready?”
“For you? Always.” I unzip and strip down to match Gabe in his naked-and-aroused state. He grabs me by the hips and pulls me into him. He strokes my cheek, brushes the hair from my face, and smiles.
“I love you Mr. Beckett”
“I told you to stop calling me tha-”
He stops my sentence by giving me a soft kiss; while tracing circles on my back, and on my hip. “I want you, I just need to feel you hear with me Bill..”
I smile. Can’t help it. I pull his leg up around my hip, he lifts his foot to place it on the toilet paper dispenser. Without hesitation, I push in. His face scrunches up and he mutters something that I couldn’t quite catch. I had almost forgotten how good this feels, the dominance, the control, and the actual sensation of it all.
“Oh. Fuck.. Gabe…”
“See.. you like this don’t you?”
“Yes. God yes…” from there I become inaudible, and he joins me in the grunts and moaning. The stall starts to falter under the force of us; of me driving hard into him. There is a rhythmic thump each time he bucks up and I drive in. Beads of sweat start to form along his hairline, his hair curling and sticking to the sides of his face. He is so sexy, and addictive… I grab onto the back of his neck and force my mouth on his; he returns into the kiss a little whimper each time I thrust back into his spot. I pick up speed and grab back onto him and vigorously start to jerk him off. His own motions start to quicken, as does his breath. I thrust a few more times; as deeply as I can, before I am spent. He takes my hand with his and moves them faster; taking very little time before we finish him off.
Panting I lean onto Gabe, using my hand to hold myself up; he has his arms around my torso to do the same I presume. That’s when everything - my whole world changes.
“William. Gabe. When you finish, and get cleaned up; we all need to talk.”
My eyes go wide, and I don’t know what I am feeling. Guilt? Disbelief? Anger? Gabe slams his head against the stall and mouths a ‘fuck’.
“Yeah. Take your time… I don’t want to see any of the shit I just heard.” His tone is so deadpan, his delivery void of emotion. I stand there, unable to move. The only noise I can hear is what I assume to be footsteps, followed by the door closing. Silence.
“Shit. Shit, shit, shit.” Shit. I can’t even think straight. I collapse on the floor and sob. I can’t come to grips with what I just did to the man I tell I love.
“Babe. William, baby. Calm down, we couldn’t take it back now. Even if we wanted to; what’s done is done” He slid down beside me and rests his head on my shoulder.
“I know. I know…”
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Nothing here is mine, but the plot...
William
What did he just say?
“I want you inside me… like ten minutes ago…” and he bites my neck in that spot. Again.
“I… I don’t think I can…”
“What? Why? You don’t want me?”
“Yes, of course I do. I just haven’t done that in a long time…”
“What?”
“You know… that…” I feel the heat rising in my face. I wish I was able to talk about sex easier… it would make my life a whole lot easier, I could avoid this awkwardness that always seems to happen. “… I never… not… bottom…” my voice quiets and the last word comes out a lot more hushed than I expected.
“Aw, babe. Are you scared?” I am so frustrated right now, I want to slap the smirk off of him. Just giggling like its nothing, but hear I am looking like a loser; and there is nothing I can do. This is freaking Gabe Saporta, the front man of the Midtown. God I want him, but I want him to not think that I’m a freak…
“Bill babe… it’s kinda like riding a bike; you can’t really forget…” and he chuckles some more. I bite my lip and stare him in the eyes.
“I want you…”
“I know.” Again with the cocky-ness. Like he’s God’s gift to men…
I get up, pull him to his feet, and shove him into the wall; pinning with my hands on either side of his head.
“I said I want you. I want you right now…”
“I’m not stopping you Bill…” He takes my face in his hands and pulls me a few inches away from his face. “…it’s your move, your call.”
We crash together in a frenzy, pulling each other as close as physically possible. He works his hands through my hair, inside my jacket, anywhere he can touch. I grind into is hips, and he lets out a low moan; and I can feel him under his jeans. I kiss the side of his mouth, then his cheek, on his jaw; slowly and softly working towards his neck. He lays his head on the wall, whimpering and letting out other low noises.
“Bill, baby… I need you, I can’t… wait anymore…” Playfully I nip his neck, just on his soft spot; and he gasps and rolls his hips up, searching for contact. I pull my own hips away from his reach. “You are such a fucking tease…” I smile into his neck.
“I know.” The shirt comes off, and I am faced again with the sight of Gabe’s flawless upper body. I put my hand on his side, and trace his figure; admiring the man before me. One hand stops when I reach his hip, the other continues exploring along the edge of denim; and then to the button that is undone, and to the zipper that goes down…
“Bill… Please? Baby you are torturing me… are you trying to torture me?”
“No sweetie” I say while running my hands on his chest, on his abs. “I just want to take my time when I am with you. You are an absolute work of art.” He smiles and turns his head away, but not before I notice the blushing. I smile “May I continue?”
A very sheepish ‘yes’ comes out as he bites his lip.
“I thought so…” I work down his jeans… and the thin fabric of his boxers doesn’t hold him in at all, so I just push them the rest of the way down. Without hesitation, I kiss his tip, then slowly and lazily start to lick around; his head, down the underside of his shaft. He lets out a long moan and I feel him squirm; he reaches down, twists his hands in my hair, and lays his head back. After a while I pause and he lets out grunt of frustration, and drops his head back down to watch me; giving me a face that is a cross between confusion and dissatisfaction. I do nothing but look him square in the eye as I reach my fingers to my lips; and lick them, coating them with saliva. With out breaking eye contact I take my fingers and glide them inside. He shudders; either from the intensity of me watching him, or from the pleasure I am giving him. I wrap my mouth around his dick and start to suck so hard that my cheeks go hallow. This causes Gabe to moan a little, and I look up at him to watch his face, hear his noises.
“Nuuhh, God Bill.” He glances down, almost entranced in the actions happening. “Oh Bill, baby you look so hot right now.” I smile a little, and break contact after a minute or so.
“You ready?”
“For you? Always.” I unzip and strip down to match Gabe in his naked-and-aroused state. He grabs me by the hips and pulls me into him. He strokes my cheek, brushes the hair from my face, and smiles.
“I love you Mr. Beckett”
“I told you to stop calling me tha-”
He stops my sentence by giving me a soft kiss; while tracing circles on my back, and on my hip. “I want you, I just need to feel you hear with me Bill..”
I smile. Can’t help it. I pull his leg up around my hip, he lifts his foot to place it on the toilet paper dispenser. Without hesitation, I push in. His face scrunches up and he mutters something that I couldn’t quite catch. I had almost forgotten how good this feels, the dominance, the control, and the actual sensation of it all.
“Oh. Fuck.. Gabe…”
“See.. you like this don’t you?”
“Yes. God yes…” from there I become inaudible, and he joins me in the grunts and moaning. The stall starts to falter under the force of us; of me driving hard into him. There is a rhythmic thump each time he bucks up and I drive in. Beads of sweat start to form along his hairline, his hair curling and sticking to the sides of his face. He is so sexy, and addictive… I grab onto the back of his neck and force my mouth on his; he returns into the kiss a little whimper each time I thrust back into his spot. I pick up speed and grab back onto him and vigorously start to jerk him off. His own motions start to quicken, as does his breath. I thrust a few more times; as deeply as I can, before I am spent. He takes my hand with his and moves them faster; taking very little time before we finish him off.
Panting I lean onto Gabe, using my hand to hold myself up; he has his arms around my torso to do the same I presume. That’s when everything - my whole world changes.
“William. Gabe. When you finish, and get cleaned up; we all need to talk.”
My eyes go wide, and I don’t know what I am feeling. Guilt? Disbelief? Anger? Gabe slams his head against the stall and mouths a ‘fuck’.
“Yeah. Take your time… I don’t want to see any of the shit I just heard.” His tone is so deadpan, his delivery void of emotion. I stand there, unable to move. The only noise I can hear is what I assume to be footsteps, followed by the door closing. Silence.
“Shit. Shit, shit, shit.” Shit. I can’t even think straight. I collapse on the floor and sob. I can’t come to grips with what I just did to the man I tell I love.
“Babe. William, baby. Calm down, we couldn’t take it back now. Even if we wanted to; what’s done is done” He slid down beside me and rests his head on my shoulder.
“I know. I know…”