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Gerard/Matt Skiba (Alkaline Trio)
Standalone
NC-17 (smut)
written June 2007.
Matt Skiba had been more than flirty that night.
He'd perched on Gerard's lap in the dressing room and wriggled tantalisingly, his face innocent; he'd leaned in to share a joke and licked Gerard's earlobe. During soundcheck, he'd wandered onstage, ran his hand along Gerard's ass and promptly left again, turning only to blow him a kiss.
And during the show, Gerard had caught a glimpse of Matt standing backstage, staring at him and sucking on his index finger. Sliding it into his mouth and drawing it out slowly, languorously. Perfect cheekbones on display as he pursed his lips around it. Clear grey eyes meeting his with extraordinary focus.
Gerard had shivered. This was more than one man could stand.
So when Matt knocked on his hotel room door a few hours after the show, Gerard wasn't surprised. He wasn't even upset at being interrupted -- after all, he'd only been lying in bed, his fingers clamped around his cock as he pictured Matt's lips twitching into a half-smile, and the smacking sound of a wet finger being pulled out of a pouting mouth.
Oh God ...
As soon as he heard the knock he leapt out of bed, adjusting his pyjama pants and wiping his damp palms on the faded fabric. He took a deep breath. Pushing his hair out of his eyes, he moved across the room quickly and opened the door.
Matt was leaning against the doorframe, hands in pockets, smiling that fucking smile. The smile that was hardly a smile at all. A hint of a smile, promising so much more. And Gerard, speechless from the sudden shot of heat to his groin, could only take a step back and invite him in.
"Hey," he said, moving forward calmly and letting his eyes settle on Gerard's crotch. "Did you miss me?"
The tension was palpable. Gerard, face reddening, hunched his shoulders in an attempt to hide the bulge in his pants and crossed his arms over his chest, running his tongue across his bottom lip nervously. Matt kicked the door closed behind him and moved closer to Gerard, thumbs hooked into the belt loops of his jeans. He hadn't stopped smiling, and his gaze hadn't veered away from groin level. He looked like a predatory cat, Gerard thought -- when he was able to gather his thoughts -- but somehow, the idea of being Matt's prey, being completely at his mercy, made the situation even more arousing.
By this point, Gerard wasn't so much breathing as gulping down air like a man dying of thirst; he watched dizzily as a long-fingered hand reached out and ghosted over his erection, warm and practiced but not quite making contact. Then Matt looked up and smiled broadly, almost ferally.
"You know,'' he drawled, "if you lie down, I'll take care of that for you."
Gerard didn't move. He wasn't sure if he could. He just stood there, mouth slightly open, skin prickling with goosebumps, the blood rushing south from his brain at a rate of knots. Fortunately, Matt seemed to get the hint and pressed his hands lightly against Gerard's chest until he stumbled backwards a few paces and fell onto the mattress, his legs hanging off the side of the bed.
Matt, his lower lip sucked into his mouth, kicked off his shoes before lying down. With a muffled moan, he straddled Gerard's hips and stretched forward to run his tongue along Gerard's neck. A slow, firm stroke from collarbone to jawline, tipping his head back and curling his tongue back into his mouth before repeating the process. Gerard inhaled sharply and shivered, his hand rising to touch Matt's face, but falling short. He could barely think, let alone move; every shallow breath made his ribs ache, so he decided to lie back, eyes half-closed, and just enjoy it.
"You taste fuckin' great, you know that?" Matt said a few moments later, sitting up and bracing his arms against Gerard's chest. Slowly, he began to move his hips, mouth curving into another teasing half-smile, ass pressing down a little bit harder with every movement.
"Ungh -- fuck," Gerard blurted out brokenly. Matt laughed.
"Oh good, you do remember how to talk. S'good ... I like the sound of your voice." He grinned and climbed off the bed to unzip his jeans, pushing them to his knees and sitting on the edge of the mattress to pull them from his feet. Then he stood up again, leaning forward to brush his lips against Gerard's belly and slide the pyjama pants down his legs.
"I like it when you scream," Matt murmured, pushing Gerard's legs apart, mouth pressed to the inside of his thigh. He started to nip at the soft skin, slowly moving up from knee to groin. "Seen you do it on stage, and it's so hot ... Will you scream for me, Gee?"
I'll scream if you don't suck my cock right now, Gerard thought dazedly, but the words came out as a high-pitched whimper. Matt laughed again, the sound vibrating against Gerard's soft skin.
"You're cute," he murmured. "We're gonna have to do this again sometime ... you make some sexy fuckin' noises, kid."
"Haven't even -- started yet," Gerard gasped, closing his eyes as Skiba slid cool fingers around the base of his dick.
"Mmm, true."
The grip was perfect, but his hand was too dry; Gerard winced, gritting his teeth.
"Okay, this isn't gonna work. Hang on," Matt murmured, standing up and reaching for his jeans. Gerard, wearing only his t-shirt, crawled across the mattress and dived under the covers, letting his head sink onto the pillow as Matt retrieved a condom and a small plastic bottle of lubricant, dropping them on the nightstand.
"You, uh ... came prepared."
"Yeah," Matt said casually, stripping off his shirt and socks before throwing back the covers. "Thought it was obvious." He grinned and ran his hand along Gerard's thigh, squeezing as he reached the curve of his ass. "This, my friend, is a good old-fashioned booty call."
He reached for the lubricant, opening the bottle with a flick of his thumbnail, and squeezed some of the liquid into his palm. Gerard watched him rub his hands together to warm it before turning his attention to Matt's naked body. His shoulders were narrower than he'd imagined, making him look vulnerable, boyish. He was slender, almost hairless, with faintly olive skin and long, lean muscle. Delicious hipbones. Thighs he wanted to bury his face between ...
Gerard came back to reality as Matt's slippery hands parted his legs. He fell back onto the mattress as Matt nestled between his knees and grasped the base of his cock again, beginning to stroke. Up, down, up, down, firm but achingly slow -- and Gerard was gone. Legs twitching, eyes shut, the tip of his tongue sticking out of his mouth, he started to thrust his hips upwards, and Matt rewarded him by increasing the pace.
It took Gerard an absurdly short time to come, but he couldn't bring himself to feel embarrassed about it. Not after all of Matt's teasing earlier in the day, being interrupted jerking off, and then the foreplay ... fuck, he deserved this orgasm. So he lay prone on the bed, panting and groaning as sublime warmth rushed to his groin and spread through his whole body, then watched through his eyelashes as Matt wiped his sticky hands on the sheets and flopped down beside him.
"Good?"
Gerard managed to turn his head towards Matt. "What do you think?"
"I think you needed that."
"I think you're right." He smiled and rolled onto his side, wrapping an arm around Matt's neck and pulling him in for a lazy kiss.
Quickly -- and not surprisingly -- it grew passionate, all hot tongues and swollen lips, teeth against skin, fingers digging into soft flesh. Again, it was Matt who dominated the situation; Matt who pushed Gerard onto his back between rough kisses, Matt who flipped Gerard onto his stomach, Matt who ran his fingers along Gerard's ass and told him to get on his hands and knees. It was Matt who slid out of bed to put on the condom and watched, touching himself as Gerard moved into the required position, shaking from both adrenaline and nerves. And it was Matt who leaned over him, dropping wet kisses on his neck and biting his shoulders through his t-shirt.
"Can I fuck you, Gerard?"
Gerard craned his neck enough to glimpse Matt's flushed face, his swollen lips, and nodded. He was completely hard again and the light, teasing tone of Matt's voice made his stomach twist. Then he felt Matt's hands running smoothly across his ass ... Matt's lips ... Matt's fingers -- oh my God, Matt's tongue --
"You ready?"
"Yeah," he muttered, arching his back slightly and sucking in a deep breath. "Yeah."
And then Matt was inside him, chest and stomach pressed against the line of Gerard's back, arms braced and hands on the mattress outside Gerard's own. Gerard looked over his shoulder and Matt leaned further forward to kiss him again; it was sloppy and awkward, as only half-mouth kisses can be, but that wasn't enough to make them stop.
He began to move, and the kisses moved to Gerard's cheek, his ear, his neck. Gerard lifted his head, moaning loudly, his legs shaking from the effort of holding them both up, and pushed back with every forward thrust. Tensing and losing rhythm for a moment, Matt managed to stay upright by sliding his arms around Gerard's waist, pulling him down until he was sitting backwards on his lap. They kept fucking, bodies growing slick with sweat, Gerard's arm reaching backwards to tangle itself in Matt's fair hair.
"So good," was all Matt could say, the words breathed into the side of Gerard's neck. He was starting to lose the feeling in his lower legs, but he didn't want to adjust; he didn't want it to end. This was the best fuck he'd had in years -- he could put up with pins and needles or cramp in his calf muscles when the sex was this good. So he bit down on Gerard's shoulder and moved faster, harder ...
Gerard reacted to the change of pace with a sharp intake of breath and leaned forward enough for Matt to move onto his knees again. He pushed Gerard back onto all fours and fucked him hard, fingernails digging into his hips. He was close, so close, and Gerard was making little throaty moans, begging for Matt to touch him, reaching back to grab one of Matt's hands and place it on his cock ...
Matt leaned forward again, Gerard's hand still covering his, and pressed his face into the curve of Gerard's shoulder, biting his lip as Gerard shifted his weight from hand to elbow and changed the angle. He could taste Gerard's sweat through the t-shirt; he could hear Gerard's moans muffled by the pillow, he could feel Gerard tense as his orgasm approached, and it was all too much. Matt shuddered as he came, the word "fuck" escaping from his lips as pleasure surged through him.
They stayed like that for a few moments, breathing heavily, until Gerard's legs finally buckled under him and he sank face-down into the mattress. Matt pushed himself up, pulling out and disappearing to the bathroom to clean up. He returned a few moments later with a handful of tissues for Gerard, who had rolled onto his back and stretched out, exhausted but still able to grimace at the stains on his t-shirt. He reached for the tissues with a rueful smile and sat up slightly, rubbing at the fabric. Matt laughed softly and reached for his jeans and underwear, sitting on the end of the bed as he dressed.
"Fuck," Gerard murmured.
"It'll come out in the wash," Matt said, not bothering to turn around.
"I guess." There was a pause. "So, um ... "
Matt stood up to button his jeans and glanced over his shoulder with a shrug. "Yeah. You know what it's like, man. People'll be wondering where I am. I've probably got a hundred messages on my phone."
"Mmm."
"I'm not bailing on you, if that's what you think."
Gerard pulled the blankets over his bare legs and sighed. "Fuck, Matt, I don't know what to think."
He pulled his t-shirt over his head and sat on the bed, swinging his legs up before rolling onto his side. Propping himself up on one elbow, he looked at Gerard for a second and his mouth stretched into a smile.
"You're fucking incredible, you know that?"
He laughed and shook his head. "Okay. Whatever."
"I'm serious. Whatcha doing tomorrow night?"
"Tomorrow?" Gerard wrinkled his nose in thought. "Not a lot. We don't have a show, but I think Ray wanted to catch a movie-- "
"So you could be in my room by ... say, ten?"
"You mean -- "
"Fuck yes, that's what I mean." Matt grinned and sat up. "If you're up for it, that is."
"Uh, I think 'up for it' might be the wrong phrase," Gerard said as his cock began to harden yet again. He gritted his teeth; he'd already come twice tonight and arousal was starting to hurt.
Matt laughed. "Is that a yes?"
He smiled sheepishly before mumbling, "Yeah."
"Great." Matt leaned in for a quick kiss, but his lips lingered against Gerard's. "Looking forward to it."
Standalone
NC-17 (smut)
written June 2007.
Matt Skiba had been more than flirty that night.
He'd perched on Gerard's lap in the dressing room and wriggled tantalisingly, his face innocent; he'd leaned in to share a joke and licked Gerard's earlobe. During soundcheck, he'd wandered onstage, ran his hand along Gerard's ass and promptly left again, turning only to blow him a kiss.
And during the show, Gerard had caught a glimpse of Matt standing backstage, staring at him and sucking on his index finger. Sliding it into his mouth and drawing it out slowly, languorously. Perfect cheekbones on display as he pursed his lips around it. Clear grey eyes meeting his with extraordinary focus.
Gerard had shivered. This was more than one man could stand.
So when Matt knocked on his hotel room door a few hours after the show, Gerard wasn't surprised. He wasn't even upset at being interrupted -- after all, he'd only been lying in bed, his fingers clamped around his cock as he pictured Matt's lips twitching into a half-smile, and the smacking sound of a wet finger being pulled out of a pouting mouth.
Oh God ...
As soon as he heard the knock he leapt out of bed, adjusting his pyjama pants and wiping his damp palms on the faded fabric. He took a deep breath. Pushing his hair out of his eyes, he moved across the room quickly and opened the door.
Matt was leaning against the doorframe, hands in pockets, smiling that fucking smile. The smile that was hardly a smile at all. A hint of a smile, promising so much more. And Gerard, speechless from the sudden shot of heat to his groin, could only take a step back and invite him in.
"Hey," he said, moving forward calmly and letting his eyes settle on Gerard's crotch. "Did you miss me?"
The tension was palpable. Gerard, face reddening, hunched his shoulders in an attempt to hide the bulge in his pants and crossed his arms over his chest, running his tongue across his bottom lip nervously. Matt kicked the door closed behind him and moved closer to Gerard, thumbs hooked into the belt loops of his jeans. He hadn't stopped smiling, and his gaze hadn't veered away from groin level. He looked like a predatory cat, Gerard thought -- when he was able to gather his thoughts -- but somehow, the idea of being Matt's prey, being completely at his mercy, made the situation even more arousing.
By this point, Gerard wasn't so much breathing as gulping down air like a man dying of thirst; he watched dizzily as a long-fingered hand reached out and ghosted over his erection, warm and practiced but not quite making contact. Then Matt looked up and smiled broadly, almost ferally.
"You know,'' he drawled, "if you lie down, I'll take care of that for you."
Gerard didn't move. He wasn't sure if he could. He just stood there, mouth slightly open, skin prickling with goosebumps, the blood rushing south from his brain at a rate of knots. Fortunately, Matt seemed to get the hint and pressed his hands lightly against Gerard's chest until he stumbled backwards a few paces and fell onto the mattress, his legs hanging off the side of the bed.
Matt, his lower lip sucked into his mouth, kicked off his shoes before lying down. With a muffled moan, he straddled Gerard's hips and stretched forward to run his tongue along Gerard's neck. A slow, firm stroke from collarbone to jawline, tipping his head back and curling his tongue back into his mouth before repeating the process. Gerard inhaled sharply and shivered, his hand rising to touch Matt's face, but falling short. He could barely think, let alone move; every shallow breath made his ribs ache, so he decided to lie back, eyes half-closed, and just enjoy it.
"You taste fuckin' great, you know that?" Matt said a few moments later, sitting up and bracing his arms against Gerard's chest. Slowly, he began to move his hips, mouth curving into another teasing half-smile, ass pressing down a little bit harder with every movement.
"Ungh -- fuck," Gerard blurted out brokenly. Matt laughed.
"Oh good, you do remember how to talk. S'good ... I like the sound of your voice." He grinned and climbed off the bed to unzip his jeans, pushing them to his knees and sitting on the edge of the mattress to pull them from his feet. Then he stood up again, leaning forward to brush his lips against Gerard's belly and slide the pyjama pants down his legs.
"I like it when you scream," Matt murmured, pushing Gerard's legs apart, mouth pressed to the inside of his thigh. He started to nip at the soft skin, slowly moving up from knee to groin. "Seen you do it on stage, and it's so hot ... Will you scream for me, Gee?"
I'll scream if you don't suck my cock right now, Gerard thought dazedly, but the words came out as a high-pitched whimper. Matt laughed again, the sound vibrating against Gerard's soft skin.
"You're cute," he murmured. "We're gonna have to do this again sometime ... you make some sexy fuckin' noises, kid."
"Haven't even -- started yet," Gerard gasped, closing his eyes as Skiba slid cool fingers around the base of his dick.
"Mmm, true."
The grip was perfect, but his hand was too dry; Gerard winced, gritting his teeth.
"Okay, this isn't gonna work. Hang on," Matt murmured, standing up and reaching for his jeans. Gerard, wearing only his t-shirt, crawled across the mattress and dived under the covers, letting his head sink onto the pillow as Matt retrieved a condom and a small plastic bottle of lubricant, dropping them on the nightstand.
"You, uh ... came prepared."
"Yeah," Matt said casually, stripping off his shirt and socks before throwing back the covers. "Thought it was obvious." He grinned and ran his hand along Gerard's thigh, squeezing as he reached the curve of his ass. "This, my friend, is a good old-fashioned booty call."
He reached for the lubricant, opening the bottle with a flick of his thumbnail, and squeezed some of the liquid into his palm. Gerard watched him rub his hands together to warm it before turning his attention to Matt's naked body. His shoulders were narrower than he'd imagined, making him look vulnerable, boyish. He was slender, almost hairless, with faintly olive skin and long, lean muscle. Delicious hipbones. Thighs he wanted to bury his face between ...
Gerard came back to reality as Matt's slippery hands parted his legs. He fell back onto the mattress as Matt nestled between his knees and grasped the base of his cock again, beginning to stroke. Up, down, up, down, firm but achingly slow -- and Gerard was gone. Legs twitching, eyes shut, the tip of his tongue sticking out of his mouth, he started to thrust his hips upwards, and Matt rewarded him by increasing the pace.
It took Gerard an absurdly short time to come, but he couldn't bring himself to feel embarrassed about it. Not after all of Matt's teasing earlier in the day, being interrupted jerking off, and then the foreplay ... fuck, he deserved this orgasm. So he lay prone on the bed, panting and groaning as sublime warmth rushed to his groin and spread through his whole body, then watched through his eyelashes as Matt wiped his sticky hands on the sheets and flopped down beside him.
"Good?"
Gerard managed to turn his head towards Matt. "What do you think?"
"I think you needed that."
"I think you're right." He smiled and rolled onto his side, wrapping an arm around Matt's neck and pulling him in for a lazy kiss.
Quickly -- and not surprisingly -- it grew passionate, all hot tongues and swollen lips, teeth against skin, fingers digging into soft flesh. Again, it was Matt who dominated the situation; Matt who pushed Gerard onto his back between rough kisses, Matt who flipped Gerard onto his stomach, Matt who ran his fingers along Gerard's ass and told him to get on his hands and knees. It was Matt who slid out of bed to put on the condom and watched, touching himself as Gerard moved into the required position, shaking from both adrenaline and nerves. And it was Matt who leaned over him, dropping wet kisses on his neck and biting his shoulders through his t-shirt.
"Can I fuck you, Gerard?"
Gerard craned his neck enough to glimpse Matt's flushed face, his swollen lips, and nodded. He was completely hard again and the light, teasing tone of Matt's voice made his stomach twist. Then he felt Matt's hands running smoothly across his ass ... Matt's lips ... Matt's fingers -- oh my God, Matt's tongue --
"You ready?"
"Yeah," he muttered, arching his back slightly and sucking in a deep breath. "Yeah."
And then Matt was inside him, chest and stomach pressed against the line of Gerard's back, arms braced and hands on the mattress outside Gerard's own. Gerard looked over his shoulder and Matt leaned further forward to kiss him again; it was sloppy and awkward, as only half-mouth kisses can be, but that wasn't enough to make them stop.
He began to move, and the kisses moved to Gerard's cheek, his ear, his neck. Gerard lifted his head, moaning loudly, his legs shaking from the effort of holding them both up, and pushed back with every forward thrust. Tensing and losing rhythm for a moment, Matt managed to stay upright by sliding his arms around Gerard's waist, pulling him down until he was sitting backwards on his lap. They kept fucking, bodies growing slick with sweat, Gerard's arm reaching backwards to tangle itself in Matt's fair hair.
"So good," was all Matt could say, the words breathed into the side of Gerard's neck. He was starting to lose the feeling in his lower legs, but he didn't want to adjust; he didn't want it to end. This was the best fuck he'd had in years -- he could put up with pins and needles or cramp in his calf muscles when the sex was this good. So he bit down on Gerard's shoulder and moved faster, harder ...
Gerard reacted to the change of pace with a sharp intake of breath and leaned forward enough for Matt to move onto his knees again. He pushed Gerard back onto all fours and fucked him hard, fingernails digging into his hips. He was close, so close, and Gerard was making little throaty moans, begging for Matt to touch him, reaching back to grab one of Matt's hands and place it on his cock ...
Matt leaned forward again, Gerard's hand still covering his, and pressed his face into the curve of Gerard's shoulder, biting his lip as Gerard shifted his weight from hand to elbow and changed the angle. He could taste Gerard's sweat through the t-shirt; he could hear Gerard's moans muffled by the pillow, he could feel Gerard tense as his orgasm approached, and it was all too much. Matt shuddered as he came, the word "fuck" escaping from his lips as pleasure surged through him.
They stayed like that for a few moments, breathing heavily, until Gerard's legs finally buckled under him and he sank face-down into the mattress. Matt pushed himself up, pulling out and disappearing to the bathroom to clean up. He returned a few moments later with a handful of tissues for Gerard, who had rolled onto his back and stretched out, exhausted but still able to grimace at the stains on his t-shirt. He reached for the tissues with a rueful smile and sat up slightly, rubbing at the fabric. Matt laughed softly and reached for his jeans and underwear, sitting on the end of the bed as he dressed.
"Fuck," Gerard murmured.
"It'll come out in the wash," Matt said, not bothering to turn around.
"I guess." There was a pause. "So, um ... "
Matt stood up to button his jeans and glanced over his shoulder with a shrug. "Yeah. You know what it's like, man. People'll be wondering where I am. I've probably got a hundred messages on my phone."
"Mmm."
"I'm not bailing on you, if that's what you think."
Gerard pulled the blankets over his bare legs and sighed. "Fuck, Matt, I don't know what to think."
He pulled his t-shirt over his head and sat on the bed, swinging his legs up before rolling onto his side. Propping himself up on one elbow, he looked at Gerard for a second and his mouth stretched into a smile.
"You're fucking incredible, you know that?"
He laughed and shook his head. "Okay. Whatever."
"I'm serious. Whatcha doing tomorrow night?"
"Tomorrow?" Gerard wrinkled his nose in thought. "Not a lot. We don't have a show, but I think Ray wanted to catch a movie-- "
"So you could be in my room by ... say, ten?"
"You mean -- "
"Fuck yes, that's what I mean." Matt grinned and sat up. "If you're up for it, that is."
"Uh, I think 'up for it' might be the wrong phrase," Gerard said as his cock began to harden yet again. He gritted his teeth; he'd already come twice tonight and arousal was starting to hurt.
Matt laughed. "Is that a yes?"
He smiled sheepishly before mumbling, "Yeah."
"Great." Matt leaned in for a quick kiss, but his lips lingered against Gerard's. "Looking forward to it."