hey bandom!
can we talk about talking dirty in bed?
Good. Because I'm going to. in relation to fic of course.
So. I was just reading
Treasure Island, by
stephanometra . It's about fisting. Not a kink of mine, per-say, BUT I'm totally an equal opportunity kink supporter. I'll read it all. It may not get my rocks off, but I'll read it and enjoy it as the (
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"Talk," Pete says hoarsely.
Travis barely waits a second. "I like it on your hands on knees because I get a nice view," Travis muses. "Your ass, your back, your hands digging into the carpet-" his voice hitches a little, "-slipping my hands around and playing with your nipples but not touching you yet." Pete tips his head forward onto the chair and rocks his ass back onto his hand. "Can I-?"
"Go ahead," Travis says. "But don't come yet."
Pete's hand disappears out of Travis' sight and his shoulder pumps a little. Travis leans forward even more, wishing Pete actually was there so he could bite the back of his neck, taste his sweat.
"Squeezing your ass, sucking on your ears-" Pete shudders, "-fucking you so hard, so tight, yeah, fuck, Pete-"
"-Travie-"
"Yeah," Travis says, "Say my name when you come. You wanna come?" Pete nods, tipping his head back, mouth open.
"Say my fucking name, Wentz."
Pete stammers, "Fuck- Travie, Travis, shit, Travis-" and his whole body goes taunt, the three fingers in his ass going still. Travis pants openly, enjoying the view he has of Pete's ass (and what an ass) as Pete comes down, turning his upper body around first to give a sweaty, sultry look at the camera. Travis bites his lip.
Pete turns to he's facing the screen again and settles down in his chair, slumped so he can fold his legs up in front of him, spread, and his head is nestled on his shoulder. He runs a hand up and down his chest, streaked with his own come from the bartskull to the thorns, and rubs absently at one of his nipples, other hand hanging between his legs. For a guy who's been sitting alone in his room, he looks amazingly well-fucked. Travis is almost there.
"You have a fucking filthy mouth," Pete says, satisfied. Travis mutters, "Fuck, I wish you were here," and Pete sits up to look him in the eyes. Travis wonders what dumb-ass thing he's about to say, but Pete's face pretty much fills the screen and his giant brown eyes are even more giant than usual and he says, "Travis Mccoy, when you get your ass to Chicago I am going to ride you for days," and turns out all Travis needed was that last little push before he's coming all over his hand, spilling down onto the open top of his jeans with a groan. Pete looks smug and smacks his ass for effect as he sits back down as if to say, damn I'm good. Travis wipes his hand on his jeans (they're dirty anyway) and Pete smirks.
"Shut up," Travis says with an eyeroll when he's mostly caught his breath. "You're a whore."
"Only for you," Pete coos, and blows him a kiss though the screen.
SHITTY ENDINGS FTW
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I HAD TO GIVE IT A SHITTY ENDING BECAUSE I WAS LITERALLY ABOUT TO MAKE TRAVIS CANCEL HIS PLANS FOR NEXT WEEKEND AND FLY OUT TO CHICAGO.
ALTERNATIVELY
I WAS ABOUT TO NOT MAKE TRAVIS COME YET AND HAVE PETE COME UP WITH A STORY OF HIS OWN TO GET HIM OFF.
TRUST ME, THIS IS THE SHORT VERSION.
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I POST FIC MAYBE ONCE EVERY FOUR MONTHS. LET ME ENJOY MY ADEQUACY FOR ONCE.
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HEY, BE ON AIM, I'M LONELY AND BORED.
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*fans self*
also, Video Chat! FTMFW!!!!!!!!!
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PETE. TRAVIS. WHAT? WHAT WHAT WHAT? WHY WAS THAT HOTT? THAT SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN ATTRACTIVE, OMG. I was like, "Travis?! With Pete?! Ew, lol. I wonder how bad this will be." AND THEN IT WASN'T. OMG.
-dead-
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ALSO, THANK YOU.
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Thank you! Welcome! Glad you enjoyed!
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