meme porn part I
Awhile ago, _soapy, held a Sex-That-Is-Not-In-A-Bed-Meme!!. I wrote William and Gabe in a shower and it's cultverse-y. See, there's this whole thing planned with Maja's side of the story, so it'll be from her POV, but this is the spawn of that story (which is in progress still).
the one that's a cultverse spin-off
william/gabe
967 words
NC-17
And really? Bill should have been expecting it. Of course Gabe has a way to get a key-card to Maja’s room, now that she’s gone. Gabe is nothing if not charming, or at least wily. So really? When Bill’s heading toward the bathroom and the lock clicks open, he should know it’s not a maid (and knows he should have dead bolted the door).
And when Gabe winds long fingers snakelike around his wrist, yanking him backwards from the bath doorway, Bill isn’t surprised.
Gabe leans heavily into him, forcing him against the wall, pressing to his front. “What’s up?” he drawls, as though Bill has more than a towel on and Gabe didn’t just break-and-enter.
Bill twitches and it looks enough like a shrug that Gabe allows it. He laughs, moving a hand to Bill’s jaw and tilting to kiss him. It’s soft at first, easy, and Bill relaxes into it, everything’s alright for a second. Until Gabe grabs hold of the towel and shoves him roughly into the bathroom with the other hand. Bill stumbles, barely catches himself on the tiny sink counter, scrapes his arm against the towel rack a little. Gabe laughs.
“You didn’t really think it’d be that easy, did you?”
Bill doesn’t play along, doesn’t reply with the line he knows comes next. (But yeah, for a minute there, he did.)
Nothing’s easy with Gabe anymore, though. Hasn’t been since he went into the desert some months before.
“Come on,” Gabe says, and there’s something softer in his tone. He reaches down to help Bill up, holding him there after. “I’m sorry,” he mutters into Bill’s hair, Bill’s jaw.
Bill nods, presses a kiss to Gabe’s neck. He knows better than to reprimand Gabe’s actions, whether or not he agrees with him. It’s not like Bill’s actually hurt; the scratch on his arm isn’t even bleeding.
“You were gonna take a shower?” Gabe asks, pulling back a little to unzip his hoodie. Bill helps him wrestle the t-shirt off.
“Yeah.”
“Let’s,” Gabe says, tries for a leer, but Bill’s a little too far in at this point with him to be affected negatively (if at all).
Bill turns on the faucet, and Gabe curves himself along his bent-over frame, trailing fingertips everywhere over miles of pale skin. Bill pushes into his touch as he pulls the metal thing, making the water stutter and then spill out of the shower head. He closes the curtain and turns to Gabe, smirking a little as he drops to his knees, going for Gabe’s zipper fly. Bill ignores how cold the tiles are, pretends he won’t get bruises for dropping down that quickly.
Mostly, Gabe just tries to stay standing. When he looks down, though, to see Bill’s lips more than halfway down his cock, he gives into the urge to buck forward, tangling hands in Bill’s too-long hair. Bill chokes a little, pulls off. Gabe can tell he’s trying not to glare. He won’t, of course. Bill knows better than that; knows he deserves this.
He resumes, not taking Gabe in quite as much, but flitting his eyes up encouragingly. Go ahead. So Gabe does, and when he comes minutes later, thanks to Bill being fucking amazing with his tongue, he rides it out in Bill’s mouth, thrusting forward.
Bill wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as he stands, and they’re both a little shaky on their feet. Gabe pulls him in for a kiss and under the hot water, stepping over the porcelain side. Steam clouds are already filling the bathroom, obscuring the mirror.
Safe behind the curtain, Gabe pins Bill against the wall, presses closeclose, already half-hard again. Bill moans, definitely more than half-hard. Gabe curls his right hand around Bill’s cock loosely, the other getting a tight hold around his neck. He leans forward, his forehead resting on the wall next to Bill’s ear.
“You fucked her, didn’t you?” he asks, and his right hand’s hold gets a little firmer. Bill just moans. “Answer me,” Gabe says.
Bill nods, eyes locked closed, mouth parted around the breathy sound that follows when Gabe strokes his cock and runs his thumb along his Adam’s apple.
“And you liked it, right?” Pumps Bill’s cock slowly.
“Yes, yes,” he says, and Gabe’s not sure if he’s responding to the question or the movement. It doesn’t really matter anyway.
“Did she tie you up, like she told me she was going to? Did she have her way with you?”
Bill just groans, heading dropping forward as much as possible with Gabe’s hand around his throat still.
“Do you want her again?”
“Only, God, if you want me to.”
“That wasn’t the question. Do you want her?”
“No,” Bill gasps. “No, no, I want you. Fuck, Gabe, please, please…”
“What d’you want?” Gabe’s moves his right hand faster, can tell Bill’s close from the way he’s shaking.
“You, just you. God, anything, everything. You, you,” Bill murmurs, voice barely there, Gabe’s fingers rough against his windpipe.
“Look at me,” Gabe says, softer than he’s said anything to Bill in a long while.
Bill does instantly, eyes dark and unfocused with desperate want. Gabe kisses him, constricting his hold on both accounts, and Bill makes a choking sort of almost-noise when he comes. Gabe strokes his skin lazily as he falls back to reality, tremors still running under his skin.
“Stay here,” Gabe says, still soft, and Bill doesn’t have the option to disagree. “Stay here until the water gets cold, then come to bed.”
Bill just nods, weakly letting go of Gabe and sinking to the shower floor. He curls into himself when the shivers start, but it’s not that bad, as far as Gabe goes. Bill’s getting off light this time, and it’s worth it if Gabe will hold him while he sleeps.
the one that's a cultverse spin-off
william/gabe
967 words
NC-17
And really? Bill should have been expecting it. Of course Gabe has a way to get a key-card to Maja’s room, now that she’s gone. Gabe is nothing if not charming, or at least wily. So really? When Bill’s heading toward the bathroom and the lock clicks open, he should know it’s not a maid (and knows he should have dead bolted the door).
And when Gabe winds long fingers snakelike around his wrist, yanking him backwards from the bath doorway, Bill isn’t surprised.
Gabe leans heavily into him, forcing him against the wall, pressing to his front. “What’s up?” he drawls, as though Bill has more than a towel on and Gabe didn’t just break-and-enter.
Bill twitches and it looks enough like a shrug that Gabe allows it. He laughs, moving a hand to Bill’s jaw and tilting to kiss him. It’s soft at first, easy, and Bill relaxes into it, everything’s alright for a second. Until Gabe grabs hold of the towel and shoves him roughly into the bathroom with the other hand. Bill stumbles, barely catches himself on the tiny sink counter, scrapes his arm against the towel rack a little. Gabe laughs.
“You didn’t really think it’d be that easy, did you?”
Bill doesn’t play along, doesn’t reply with the line he knows comes next. (But yeah, for a minute there, he did.)
Nothing’s easy with Gabe anymore, though. Hasn’t been since he went into the desert some months before.
“Come on,” Gabe says, and there’s something softer in his tone. He reaches down to help Bill up, holding him there after. “I’m sorry,” he mutters into Bill’s hair, Bill’s jaw.
Bill nods, presses a kiss to Gabe’s neck. He knows better than to reprimand Gabe’s actions, whether or not he agrees with him. It’s not like Bill’s actually hurt; the scratch on his arm isn’t even bleeding.
“You were gonna take a shower?” Gabe asks, pulling back a little to unzip his hoodie. Bill helps him wrestle the t-shirt off.
“Yeah.”
“Let’s,” Gabe says, tries for a leer, but Bill’s a little too far in at this point with him to be affected negatively (if at all).
Bill turns on the faucet, and Gabe curves himself along his bent-over frame, trailing fingertips everywhere over miles of pale skin. Bill pushes into his touch as he pulls the metal thing, making the water stutter and then spill out of the shower head. He closes the curtain and turns to Gabe, smirking a little as he drops to his knees, going for Gabe’s zipper fly. Bill ignores how cold the tiles are, pretends he won’t get bruises for dropping down that quickly.
Mostly, Gabe just tries to stay standing. When he looks down, though, to see Bill’s lips more than halfway down his cock, he gives into the urge to buck forward, tangling hands in Bill’s too-long hair. Bill chokes a little, pulls off. Gabe can tell he’s trying not to glare. He won’t, of course. Bill knows better than that; knows he deserves this.
He resumes, not taking Gabe in quite as much, but flitting his eyes up encouragingly. Go ahead. So Gabe does, and when he comes minutes later, thanks to Bill being fucking amazing with his tongue, he rides it out in Bill’s mouth, thrusting forward.
Bill wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as he stands, and they’re both a little shaky on their feet. Gabe pulls him in for a kiss and under the hot water, stepping over the porcelain side. Steam clouds are already filling the bathroom, obscuring the mirror.
Safe behind the curtain, Gabe pins Bill against the wall, presses closeclose, already half-hard again. Bill moans, definitely more than half-hard. Gabe curls his right hand around Bill’s cock loosely, the other getting a tight hold around his neck. He leans forward, his forehead resting on the wall next to Bill’s ear.
“You fucked her, didn’t you?” he asks, and his right hand’s hold gets a little firmer. Bill just moans. “Answer me,” Gabe says.
Bill nods, eyes locked closed, mouth parted around the breathy sound that follows when Gabe strokes his cock and runs his thumb along his Adam’s apple.
“And you liked it, right?” Pumps Bill’s cock slowly.
“Yes, yes,” he says, and Gabe’s not sure if he’s responding to the question or the movement. It doesn’t really matter anyway.
“Did she tie you up, like she told me she was going to? Did she have her way with you?”
Bill just groans, heading dropping forward as much as possible with Gabe’s hand around his throat still.
“Do you want her again?”
“Only, God, if you want me to.”
“That wasn’t the question. Do you want her?”
“No,” Bill gasps. “No, no, I want you. Fuck, Gabe, please, please…”
“What d’you want?” Gabe’s moves his right hand faster, can tell Bill’s close from the way he’s shaking.
“You, just you. God, anything, everything. You, you,” Bill murmurs, voice barely there, Gabe’s fingers rough against his windpipe.
“Look at me,” Gabe says, softer than he’s said anything to Bill in a long while.
Bill does instantly, eyes dark and unfocused with desperate want. Gabe kisses him, constricting his hold on both accounts, and Bill makes a choking sort of almost-noise when he comes. Gabe strokes his skin lazily as he falls back to reality, tremors still running under his skin.
“Stay here,” Gabe says, still soft, and Bill doesn’t have the option to disagree. “Stay here until the water gets cold, then come to bed.”
Bill just nods, weakly letting go of Gabe and sinking to the shower floor. He curls into himself when the shivers start, but it’s not that bad, as far as Gabe goes. Bill’s getting off light this time, and it’s worth it if Gabe will hold him while he sleeps.