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a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me, 2006
the sacrifice of life; living well is the best revenge (part two)
travis / william, gabe / william, 4599 words (nc17)
-- i still remember the days when you didn't feel the need to escape and every demon you never face is the reason you're not safe; please understand that you've had every ( Read more... )
they are flawless at being together, the two of them, effortless and beautiful. gabe's jacket falls to the floor behind him, the buttons on william's shirt are slowly being opened. gabe kisses his chest, his skin, pale white and stretched over his bones. the thin fabric of gabe's shirt slides off his shoulders and william presses quick, wet kisses to them, simultaneously unbuckling his belt.
they are sweet and soft, slow, and so intense, all lingering kisses and nibbled bottom lips. but they are also wildly passionate. through the years they have never gotten sick of each other, never gotten bored, never wanted anyone more than they always want each other. when william was with travis, he still wanted gabe; not more or less, just different. gabe tosses william's shirt into the corner of the room, stands up, lifting william with him, and sets him down on the desk. they are exciting, they are bold and daring and completely in love. william thinks it is entirely possible to love two people at the same time, to love one as intensely as the other, he is proof. gabe thinks he is perfect, kicking off his shoes, lifting his hips to push his pants off over his thighs and completely off, pulling gabe closer by his undone belt and grinning. gabe does the same, leans over william and whispers in his ear, "i've wanted to be inside you all day."
william closes his eyes, bites his bottom lip and wraps an arm around gabe's shoulders, keeping their chests pressed together. "you're always inside me, gabe, always," he is quiet and demure but whimpering, running his fingers over the veins in gabe's arm. gabe's fingers are wrapped tight around him, sliding up and down and causing william's hips to rise off the desk. gabe moves into him slowly, kissing william's neck, his chest, kissing the spot just below where his ribs stick out and they both take a moment to enjoy the feeling, a moment of staggering pleasure. gabe pulls william up and kisses him, continues moving his hand in slow strokes. william moans into his ear, "i love you," and gabe smiles.
for two people who love each other so passionately, they barely ever said the words. i love you went out of style with parachute pants and hair metal bands. it isn't necessary for them to say the words; they feel it every day they are together. but once in a while, whether it is to reassure each other or to emphasize a point, they will. sometimes, when they are sitting at dinner (and lately gabe has taken maja's seat at the far end, with william beside him) gabe will be passing the strawberries to alex and william will lean over and whisper it in his ear. sometimes, when william is in the cellar picking out wine or checking in on audrey, gabe will go down and kiss him for no reason, hold him tightly and say it. sometimes it just feels right, like now, and gabe feels it too, kisses william's neck and sighs. "i love you more and more every day, gorgeous."
their smiles are identical, toothy and genuine, hips moving in unison. william would like to express how perfect this moment is, but the words are stuck in his throat between gasped breaths, between gabe's name being whispered over and over again and the small whimpers he makes when gabe's hips crash into his. he would like to express something other than low moans against gabe's mouth but he can't concentrate.
gabe nips at his chest with too much teeth, runs his tongue along a bite on william's neck that will never heal-- the one gabe gave him so long ago.
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