teenage!porn!
title: boys will be boys
rating: r
warnings: blow job + hand job - first timers. lots of awkward talk about dicks
pairing: gabe/travis
summary: gabe likes to play around when he's at sleepovers
a/n: got the idea from a post at littledirtysecrets.tumblr.com. made me think of gabe.
Every boy likes adrenaline rushes, right? It’s why they do what they do; sports and stupid things on the weekends, just to give them a rush. Well, Gabe does those things. But he feels so desensitised from a lot of it, even though he’s only fifteen. He’s convinced that it’s his friends who are the bad influences, to get him to do all of the dumb things he does, but he knows truly that he’s the ringleader of the shopping trolley races and the TP competitions.
Which is why there’s only one thing he’s got left to do to give himself a rush. It’s the fear of getting caught that makes it a rush, that makes it more exciting. And Gabe isn’t totally disgusting, not all the time (except for that one time in elementary school where he dropped his pants and showed the girls in his class his dick), which is maybe why he’s not always totally comfortable with this. Not until he gets into it, anyway.
He’s at a sleepover, like the ones that he and his friends have every few months. They all got tired of playing Halo about an hour ago and it’s got to be past midnight by now. Everyone’s pretty much asleep; Pete in his bed and the other six guys snoozing in their sleeping bags on the ground. Gabe lays on his side, facing the closet and away from his friends with his pyjama pants loosely around his thighs and his hand around his dick.
The thing is, not everyone is quite asleep. Jon and Patrick are curled up in their separate sleeping bags, talking about the game of skirmish they all played the day before. The best part is when they turn over to talk to Gabe, and Gabe has to roll over to face them, continue what he’s doing with his hand and try not to give himself away.
And they never notice, and Gabe feels smug as all fuck.
By now, though, they’ve all gone to sleep and Gabe is done with teasing himself. He just wants to get off. The initial play is just to see if anyone notices, to actually find out if he can get away with it. Now that he knows he can, he takes his time to enjoy it properly.
But when Gabe least expects it, when his thumb rubs over the tip of his cock to make him pull a face, the bedroom door squeaks open ajar and Gabe doesn’t realise someone is there until he hears a quiet, “Yo,” coming from the door way.
He looks up like a deer in headlights, hand frozen around his cock but hidden in his sleeping bag. He sees his best friend Travis in the door way, holding onto the handle to stop the door from opening further. “Yo, Gabe? Is everyone asleep? I was just -”
He stops whispering for a moment and frowns just a little, studying Gabe’s face. Foolishly, Gabe quickly unwraps his hand from his cock and tries to lay normally but still cover it up. Travis’ eyes widen and he smiles like he’s struck gold, quickly dropping down to his knees so he’s at Gabe’s level. “Shit!” He whispers, looking like he’s trying to stop himself from laughing. “Fuck, shit, Gabe, are you wanking in Pete’s house? Oh my god, bro.”
Without warning he grabs Gabe’s sleeping bag and pulls at it, trying to look down and see if he’s right, but Gabe struggles to pull it back and tug it up to his chin. He really wants to cry, and it feels like he’s about to burst into fucking tears, okay? “Fuck off,” He whimpers, suddenly wishing he hadn’t gone through with this stupid idea of his.
“Oh my god, Gabe, this is fucking hilarious. You’re wanking in Pete’s house. You are. What, did his mom get you all horny? I know we do the jokes, man, but you’re not really meant to wank to her.”
“Shut up, okay?!” Gabe whispers, past the stage of desperate now as he forces his eyes to stop welling up. “Shut up, I was just - fuck off!”
“Shit, come on, okay,” Travis leans back, trying not to sound mocking. “I’m sorry, okay? I’ll lend you my boxers or something.” He stands up and looks around the dark room, only slightly lit from the light coming from the hallway. Gabe quickly rubs his eyes and squirms from his sleeping bag - his hard on mostly gone now. When he stands he holds his hands in front of himself just for good measure, though, as he follows Travis out into the hall.
“I didn’t. I didn’t - you know. Finish.” He knows what happens when you jerk off, he’s been taught all that in school and you learn pretty quickly when you’re friends with a bunch of guys with older brothers.
“Okay. Still. Wash your hands ‘n shit. We’re playing Xbox tomorrow,” Travis grins as he nudges Gabe’s side. Gabe just sort of goes with it, swaying but keeping his head down, and it’s only then that Travis realises how much of a big deal this is for Gabe. He can act like a tough guy as much as he wants but when he’s caught he’s put under all the wrong kinds of pressure.
They step into the bathroom and Travis stays by the door, leaning against it so no one comes in. He watches Gabe turn on the taps at the sink and wash his hands, then splashes the tap a little to get the invisible germs off it. Gabe stays there, though, not really walking away from the basin.
“You done?” Travis has to ask, crossing his arms and leaning more heavily against the closed door.
Gabe shuts his eyes and screws up his face before looking down in the sink. “It’s - fucking hell, Travie. I can. It’s still kind of, there.”
Travis is quiet for a moment. “You still hard?”
Gabe shuts his eyes again and, though reluctantly, nods.
Travis walks over and nudges him gently to turn to face him rather than hiding himself by the basin. He touches Gabe’s waist kind of suddenly, grabbing at his pyjama waistband until Gabe makes a flailing motion to shove Travis back and jump an extra few feet away himself. “The fuck, man?!”
“What?” Travis whisper-shouts. “I ‘aint never seen another guy’s dick before!” Gabe glares, hard and hot as he holds his hands over himself. Travis tries again, sort of a question with a little shrug at the end, “I can show you mine?”
Gabe relaxes for a moment before he frowns and tenses up again, his hands cupping his dick for dear life. “Shit, Travie, no. I don’t want you lookin’ at my halfie, that even sounds fuckin’ weird!”
Travis shrugs, biting his lip as he crosses his arms again. They stare at each other for a moment until Travis finally turns to lock the door, then turns back around to face Gabe. In one swift movement, he undoes the tie on his pyjama pants and lets them drop. Gabe lets out a little sound in the back of his throat that sounds like a whimper and he holds himself a little more firmly.
“What?” Travis asks, frowning at Gabe’s heartbroken look.
It takes him a moment, but he finally swallows a lump in his throat, and without looking away from Travis dick, he mumbles, “You’re bigger than me.”
Travis frowns as he bends down to pick up his pants. “But I’m black.”
Gabe chokes. “What?”
Travis shrugs again. “It’s one of them awesome stereotypes, ya’know? I think it’s why my dad had so many chicks or something.”
Gabe stays quiet, taking a measly look down at his bulge before he looks back at Travis. “That’s dumb,” he declares, still sounding a little deflated. “I’m Latino and I’ve had like, one girlfriend. Fuck you.”
Travis just laughs and steps closer again, thankfully this time, Gabe doesn’t take another three back. “Maybe it’s ‘cause you only whip your dick out when you’re in a room full of sleeping boys,” he teases, making Gabe frown at him again.
Gabe makes another sound in the back of his throat as Travis gets closer and carefully grabs his wrists to move his hands away. Gabe just bawls them into fists by his sides and bites his lip, keeping his eyes away from Travis. “Now you gotta show yours. It’s only fair.”
Gabe frowns, this irritated little glare that tells Travis that he’s right but that Gabe hates it. He hesitates a fair while before pushing his pants down to his knees and letting Travis get a three second look before pulling his pants back up again.
They’re both quiet as Travis tilts his head, eyes still looking down as if Gabe’s dick is still out. “What?” Gabe snaps, covering himself with his hands again.
“You said I was big,” he recalls, “But you ‘aint small at all?”
Gabe blushes furiously and turns away just a fraction. “I just said you were bigger than me.”
Travis snorts. “Yeah, but not by much. I reckon you live up to your Latino status.”
Gabe blushes again but this time he finds room for a smile. They’re quiet a little longer as it gradually fades when he realises Travis is still staring, like he’s studying that spot.
“Dude?”
“I kinda wanna touch it.”
“You’re fuckin weird,” Gabe tells him, trying to frown but just sort of blushing a little more as Travis finally looks up at him.
“I mean, would it feel different?”
Gabe screws up his nose and asks, “Different to what?”
Travis shrugs. “To mine. It’s not like I haven’t wanked either. I just kinda wanna - yeah, touch it. Can I?”
Gabe steps back, a little uncomfortable but he drops his hands nonetheless. “It’s a weird request.”
Travis shrugs again. “We’re just two straight boys,” he points out. “Who are wondering what another dick will feel like. Better us than strangers with STDs, right?”
Gabe doesn’t know why, but he agrees. And when he agrees, Travis just steps forward and pushes his pants down, slowly, a little hesitantly. Gabe can see that it is weird for Travis too, he’s just showing a little more curiosity than disgust. Gabe bites his lip to stop from making a stupid sound when Travis finally wraps his hand around Gabe’s dick, as if he’s ready to jerk him off. Gabe didn’t know that’s what they meant by “touch”.
“Your hands are cold,” Gabe mumbles, but his voice is so quiet neither of them hear it. Travis strokes a few times, slowly with his tongue poked out just a little and caught between his teeth. Gabe watches that rather than his hand, because it just doesn’t seem real. It doesn’t seem like it’s happening if he looks down.
He gets hard really quickly, but it’s not like Travis is doing some kind of work out with it or anything. He just strokes, slow, gentle, obviously curious in the way he moves his hand to touch what he can.
Without thinking, Gabe says, “Touch the head,” and it’s only when Travis looks up that he realises his breathing has picked up a little. Travis raises his eyebrows and Gabe goes red again, “It - It feels good, okay?”
Travis breaks out into a grin and finds a way to do it right, ends up fingering the slit just gently with his index finger. Gabe feels a shiver run down his spine and his mouth falls open. Travis sees it, but he decides against mentioning it. Now doesn’t seem like the time.
“I - I think I’m.” Gabe cuts himself off but Travis looks up at him, his eyes urging him to continue. “I think I’m gonna cum,” he whispers. Travis quickly looks around, then leans across the basin to grab a wad of toilet paper. He moves his hand against Gabe’s cock a little faster, making his friend gasp again as he slows down dramatically to finger his slit again. He sees Gabe grip the basin tighter, so Travis takes that as his chance to grab the toilet paper and get it ready so he won’t get jizz over his fingers.
He strokes Gabe through it, letting go when he goes soft and looking up at Gabe with his goofy kind of expression. “That was kinda fun,” he admits, dumping the toilet paper in the bin and rubbing his hands on his sweatpants.
Gabe gives him the same smile, just a little smaller and a little more nervous. “Yeah.” He won’t admit that he’s kind of keen on touching Travis’ now, because Travis got to touch his so why can’t he return the favour? What he’s really interested in, though, is what it might be like to. Well.
“Do you know what a blow job feels like?” Gabe asks, feeling so quiet and small when he says it, he’s not sure if Travis even hears.
Travis shakes his head though, but Gabe notices the way his eyes twinkle just a little bit. “Why?” he asks, sounding just a little too hopeful.
“Well.” Gabe bites his lip. “I don’t. Either. I don’t know what it’s like. I mean. I wanna kind of, try it. Just a little bit.”
Travis bites his lip and obviously tries to hide a smile. “We can - try it. Maybe. If you want. I mean, you don’t have to.”
Gabe shakes his head and finally lowers his eyes to Travis’ crotch. He reaches out and undoes the tie, letting his pants drop and taking a better look now that he’s expecting it. He finally drops a hand to touch it, wrapping his fingers around it and beginning to stroke slowly, hoping he’ll fit it in his mouth. Gabe can fit a whole sandwich in his mouth sometimes, so a dick shouldn’t be too much trouble, right?
It feels and looks strange when Travis starts getting harder. Gabe’s never seen another hard dick before. Maybe caught glimpses of guys when they’re in the urinals but he had never been looking on purpose and he’s pretty sure it doesn’t count.
He looks up at Travis to see his friend biting his lip and holding onto the basin with one hand, his head down and looking at Gabe’s. Gabe finally slows his hand down and carefully lowers himself to his knees, sitting so they’re on the bathmat and it won’t hurt as much.
Gabe takes his time, and luckily, Travis doesn’t push him. He just grips the basin and watches with his reassuring and excited little smile. Gabe finally stills his hand, then opens his mouth wide and moves his head forward to take Travis’ in his mouth.
“Oh,” Travis stutters out, “Wow, okay.” Gabe feels really good about that, that he can make Travis make a sound like that even though he’s just taken him in. He takes him just a little deeper to fill up Gabe’s mouth until Travis drops a hand to squeeze Gabe’s hair and hiss, “Shit, no teeth, shit.”
Gabe opens his mouth wider, trying his hardest not to let his teeth rub against Travis’ cock. When he manages, Travis’ grip loosens and he just strokes Gabe’s hair as he tries to figure out what to do - whether to move his tongue or to literally suck.
He goes with the former, which makes Travis close his eyes and make a little whimper in the back of his throat. Gabe has never heard that sound come out of Travis before. It’s less of a scared sound and more of a surprised little shock of joy. “Keep going.”
Gabe feels awkward how he is, kneeling in his friend’s bathroom with his best friend’s dick in his mouth, especially since he doesn’t know what to do with said dick. He knows he can’t take it any further in than what it is, so he moves his head back inside to run his tongue against the head and slit. Travis squeezes his fist in Gabe’s hair again, making him yelp around Travis’ dick and pull off so he doesn’t clamp his teeth down.
“Fuck, man,” Gabe mumbles, rubbing at his head as Travis smiles goofily down at him.
“Sorry bro,” he apologises, then adds lamely, “Do you think you could - maybe, kinda, keep going?”
Gabe runs his tongue around the inside of his mouth before he nods. He lifts a hand to swat Travis’ hand away from his hair first, though, then holds his dick with one hand and takes him in his mouth. He starts running his forefinger and thumb around what’s not in his mouth, so he can press his tongue against him and still tend to what he can’t fit. Travis seems to appreciate that, and it’s only a couple of minutes until Travis just pushes Gabe’s forehead to push his mouth off, nearly giving him a whiplash as Travis wraps his hand around himself. He comes into his palm barely a second later, Gabe sat in a slump on the ground in staring in awe. So, okay, he’s kind of glad Travis pushed him away.
When the boys retreat to the bedroom, everyone else is still asleep. They get into their sleeping bags, grinning shit-eating grins to each other from across the room as they close their eyes and try to drift off.
What they don’t hear a matter of minutes later, though, is Patrick’s tired, confused voice whispering to his friend, “Pete, are you jerking off?”
rating: r
warnings: blow job + hand job - first timers. lots of awkward talk about dicks
pairing: gabe/travis
summary: gabe likes to play around when he's at sleepovers
a/n: got the idea from a post at littledirtysecrets.tumblr.com. made me think of gabe.
Every boy likes adrenaline rushes, right? It’s why they do what they do; sports and stupid things on the weekends, just to give them a rush. Well, Gabe does those things. But he feels so desensitised from a lot of it, even though he’s only fifteen. He’s convinced that it’s his friends who are the bad influences, to get him to do all of the dumb things he does, but he knows truly that he’s the ringleader of the shopping trolley races and the TP competitions.
Which is why there’s only one thing he’s got left to do to give himself a rush. It’s the fear of getting caught that makes it a rush, that makes it more exciting. And Gabe isn’t totally disgusting, not all the time (except for that one time in elementary school where he dropped his pants and showed the girls in his class his dick), which is maybe why he’s not always totally comfortable with this. Not until he gets into it, anyway.
He’s at a sleepover, like the ones that he and his friends have every few months. They all got tired of playing Halo about an hour ago and it’s got to be past midnight by now. Everyone’s pretty much asleep; Pete in his bed and the other six guys snoozing in their sleeping bags on the ground. Gabe lays on his side, facing the closet and away from his friends with his pyjama pants loosely around his thighs and his hand around his dick.
The thing is, not everyone is quite asleep. Jon and Patrick are curled up in their separate sleeping bags, talking about the game of skirmish they all played the day before. The best part is when they turn over to talk to Gabe, and Gabe has to roll over to face them, continue what he’s doing with his hand and try not to give himself away.
And they never notice, and Gabe feels smug as all fuck.
By now, though, they’ve all gone to sleep and Gabe is done with teasing himself. He just wants to get off. The initial play is just to see if anyone notices, to actually find out if he can get away with it. Now that he knows he can, he takes his time to enjoy it properly.
But when Gabe least expects it, when his thumb rubs over the tip of his cock to make him pull a face, the bedroom door squeaks open ajar and Gabe doesn’t realise someone is there until he hears a quiet, “Yo,” coming from the door way.
He looks up like a deer in headlights, hand frozen around his cock but hidden in his sleeping bag. He sees his best friend Travis in the door way, holding onto the handle to stop the door from opening further. “Yo, Gabe? Is everyone asleep? I was just -”
He stops whispering for a moment and frowns just a little, studying Gabe’s face. Foolishly, Gabe quickly unwraps his hand from his cock and tries to lay normally but still cover it up. Travis’ eyes widen and he smiles like he’s struck gold, quickly dropping down to his knees so he’s at Gabe’s level. “Shit!” He whispers, looking like he’s trying to stop himself from laughing. “Fuck, shit, Gabe, are you wanking in Pete’s house? Oh my god, bro.”
Without warning he grabs Gabe’s sleeping bag and pulls at it, trying to look down and see if he’s right, but Gabe struggles to pull it back and tug it up to his chin. He really wants to cry, and it feels like he’s about to burst into fucking tears, okay? “Fuck off,” He whimpers, suddenly wishing he hadn’t gone through with this stupid idea of his.
“Oh my god, Gabe, this is fucking hilarious. You’re wanking in Pete’s house. You are. What, did his mom get you all horny? I know we do the jokes, man, but you’re not really meant to wank to her.”
“Shut up, okay?!” Gabe whispers, past the stage of desperate now as he forces his eyes to stop welling up. “Shut up, I was just - fuck off!”
“Shit, come on, okay,” Travis leans back, trying not to sound mocking. “I’m sorry, okay? I’ll lend you my boxers or something.” He stands up and looks around the dark room, only slightly lit from the light coming from the hallway. Gabe quickly rubs his eyes and squirms from his sleeping bag - his hard on mostly gone now. When he stands he holds his hands in front of himself just for good measure, though, as he follows Travis out into the hall.
“I didn’t. I didn’t - you know. Finish.” He knows what happens when you jerk off, he’s been taught all that in school and you learn pretty quickly when you’re friends with a bunch of guys with older brothers.
“Okay. Still. Wash your hands ‘n shit. We’re playing Xbox tomorrow,” Travis grins as he nudges Gabe’s side. Gabe just sort of goes with it, swaying but keeping his head down, and it’s only then that Travis realises how much of a big deal this is for Gabe. He can act like a tough guy as much as he wants but when he’s caught he’s put under all the wrong kinds of pressure.
They step into the bathroom and Travis stays by the door, leaning against it so no one comes in. He watches Gabe turn on the taps at the sink and wash his hands, then splashes the tap a little to get the invisible germs off it. Gabe stays there, though, not really walking away from the basin.
“You done?” Travis has to ask, crossing his arms and leaning more heavily against the closed door.
Gabe shuts his eyes and screws up his face before looking down in the sink. “It’s - fucking hell, Travie. I can. It’s still kind of, there.”
Travis is quiet for a moment. “You still hard?”
Gabe shuts his eyes again and, though reluctantly, nods.
Travis walks over and nudges him gently to turn to face him rather than hiding himself by the basin. He touches Gabe’s waist kind of suddenly, grabbing at his pyjama waistband until Gabe makes a flailing motion to shove Travis back and jump an extra few feet away himself. “The fuck, man?!”
“What?” Travis whisper-shouts. “I ‘aint never seen another guy’s dick before!” Gabe glares, hard and hot as he holds his hands over himself. Travis tries again, sort of a question with a little shrug at the end, “I can show you mine?”
Gabe relaxes for a moment before he frowns and tenses up again, his hands cupping his dick for dear life. “Shit, Travie, no. I don’t want you lookin’ at my halfie, that even sounds fuckin’ weird!”
Travis shrugs, biting his lip as he crosses his arms again. They stare at each other for a moment until Travis finally turns to lock the door, then turns back around to face Gabe. In one swift movement, he undoes the tie on his pyjama pants and lets them drop. Gabe lets out a little sound in the back of his throat that sounds like a whimper and he holds himself a little more firmly.
“What?” Travis asks, frowning at Gabe’s heartbroken look.
It takes him a moment, but he finally swallows a lump in his throat, and without looking away from Travis dick, he mumbles, “You’re bigger than me.”
Travis frowns as he bends down to pick up his pants. “But I’m black.”
Gabe chokes. “What?”
Travis shrugs again. “It’s one of them awesome stereotypes, ya’know? I think it’s why my dad had so many chicks or something.”
Gabe stays quiet, taking a measly look down at his bulge before he looks back at Travis. “That’s dumb,” he declares, still sounding a little deflated. “I’m Latino and I’ve had like, one girlfriend. Fuck you.”
Travis just laughs and steps closer again, thankfully this time, Gabe doesn’t take another three back. “Maybe it’s ‘cause you only whip your dick out when you’re in a room full of sleeping boys,” he teases, making Gabe frown at him again.
Gabe makes another sound in the back of his throat as Travis gets closer and carefully grabs his wrists to move his hands away. Gabe just bawls them into fists by his sides and bites his lip, keeping his eyes away from Travis. “Now you gotta show yours. It’s only fair.”
Gabe frowns, this irritated little glare that tells Travis that he’s right but that Gabe hates it. He hesitates a fair while before pushing his pants down to his knees and letting Travis get a three second look before pulling his pants back up again.
They’re both quiet as Travis tilts his head, eyes still looking down as if Gabe’s dick is still out. “What?” Gabe snaps, covering himself with his hands again.
“You said I was big,” he recalls, “But you ‘aint small at all?”
Gabe blushes furiously and turns away just a fraction. “I just said you were bigger than me.”
Travis snorts. “Yeah, but not by much. I reckon you live up to your Latino status.”
Gabe blushes again but this time he finds room for a smile. They’re quiet a little longer as it gradually fades when he realises Travis is still staring, like he’s studying that spot.
“Dude?”
“I kinda wanna touch it.”
“You’re fuckin weird,” Gabe tells him, trying to frown but just sort of blushing a little more as Travis finally looks up at him.
“I mean, would it feel different?”
Gabe screws up his nose and asks, “Different to what?”
Travis shrugs. “To mine. It’s not like I haven’t wanked either. I just kinda wanna - yeah, touch it. Can I?”
Gabe steps back, a little uncomfortable but he drops his hands nonetheless. “It’s a weird request.”
Travis shrugs again. “We’re just two straight boys,” he points out. “Who are wondering what another dick will feel like. Better us than strangers with STDs, right?”
Gabe doesn’t know why, but he agrees. And when he agrees, Travis just steps forward and pushes his pants down, slowly, a little hesitantly. Gabe can see that it is weird for Travis too, he’s just showing a little more curiosity than disgust. Gabe bites his lip to stop from making a stupid sound when Travis finally wraps his hand around Gabe’s dick, as if he’s ready to jerk him off. Gabe didn’t know that’s what they meant by “touch”.
“Your hands are cold,” Gabe mumbles, but his voice is so quiet neither of them hear it. Travis strokes a few times, slowly with his tongue poked out just a little and caught between his teeth. Gabe watches that rather than his hand, because it just doesn’t seem real. It doesn’t seem like it’s happening if he looks down.
He gets hard really quickly, but it’s not like Travis is doing some kind of work out with it or anything. He just strokes, slow, gentle, obviously curious in the way he moves his hand to touch what he can.
Without thinking, Gabe says, “Touch the head,” and it’s only when Travis looks up that he realises his breathing has picked up a little. Travis raises his eyebrows and Gabe goes red again, “It - It feels good, okay?”
Travis breaks out into a grin and finds a way to do it right, ends up fingering the slit just gently with his index finger. Gabe feels a shiver run down his spine and his mouth falls open. Travis sees it, but he decides against mentioning it. Now doesn’t seem like the time.
“I - I think I’m.” Gabe cuts himself off but Travis looks up at him, his eyes urging him to continue. “I think I’m gonna cum,” he whispers. Travis quickly looks around, then leans across the basin to grab a wad of toilet paper. He moves his hand against Gabe’s cock a little faster, making his friend gasp again as he slows down dramatically to finger his slit again. He sees Gabe grip the basin tighter, so Travis takes that as his chance to grab the toilet paper and get it ready so he won’t get jizz over his fingers.
He strokes Gabe through it, letting go when he goes soft and looking up at Gabe with his goofy kind of expression. “That was kinda fun,” he admits, dumping the toilet paper in the bin and rubbing his hands on his sweatpants.
Gabe gives him the same smile, just a little smaller and a little more nervous. “Yeah.” He won’t admit that he’s kind of keen on touching Travis’ now, because Travis got to touch his so why can’t he return the favour? What he’s really interested in, though, is what it might be like to. Well.
“Do you know what a blow job feels like?” Gabe asks, feeling so quiet and small when he says it, he’s not sure if Travis even hears.
Travis shakes his head though, but Gabe notices the way his eyes twinkle just a little bit. “Why?” he asks, sounding just a little too hopeful.
“Well.” Gabe bites his lip. “I don’t. Either. I don’t know what it’s like. I mean. I wanna kind of, try it. Just a little bit.”
Travis bites his lip and obviously tries to hide a smile. “We can - try it. Maybe. If you want. I mean, you don’t have to.”
Gabe shakes his head and finally lowers his eyes to Travis’ crotch. He reaches out and undoes the tie, letting his pants drop and taking a better look now that he’s expecting it. He finally drops a hand to touch it, wrapping his fingers around it and beginning to stroke slowly, hoping he’ll fit it in his mouth. Gabe can fit a whole sandwich in his mouth sometimes, so a dick shouldn’t be too much trouble, right?
It feels and looks strange when Travis starts getting harder. Gabe’s never seen another hard dick before. Maybe caught glimpses of guys when they’re in the urinals but he had never been looking on purpose and he’s pretty sure it doesn’t count.
He looks up at Travis to see his friend biting his lip and holding onto the basin with one hand, his head down and looking at Gabe’s. Gabe finally slows his hand down and carefully lowers himself to his knees, sitting so they’re on the bathmat and it won’t hurt as much.
Gabe takes his time, and luckily, Travis doesn’t push him. He just grips the basin and watches with his reassuring and excited little smile. Gabe finally stills his hand, then opens his mouth wide and moves his head forward to take Travis’ in his mouth.
“Oh,” Travis stutters out, “Wow, okay.” Gabe feels really good about that, that he can make Travis make a sound like that even though he’s just taken him in. He takes him just a little deeper to fill up Gabe’s mouth until Travis drops a hand to squeeze Gabe’s hair and hiss, “Shit, no teeth, shit.”
Gabe opens his mouth wider, trying his hardest not to let his teeth rub against Travis’ cock. When he manages, Travis’ grip loosens and he just strokes Gabe’s hair as he tries to figure out what to do - whether to move his tongue or to literally suck.
He goes with the former, which makes Travis close his eyes and make a little whimper in the back of his throat. Gabe has never heard that sound come out of Travis before. It’s less of a scared sound and more of a surprised little shock of joy. “Keep going.”
Gabe feels awkward how he is, kneeling in his friend’s bathroom with his best friend’s dick in his mouth, especially since he doesn’t know what to do with said dick. He knows he can’t take it any further in than what it is, so he moves his head back inside to run his tongue against the head and slit. Travis squeezes his fist in Gabe’s hair again, making him yelp around Travis’ dick and pull off so he doesn’t clamp his teeth down.
“Fuck, man,” Gabe mumbles, rubbing at his head as Travis smiles goofily down at him.
“Sorry bro,” he apologises, then adds lamely, “Do you think you could - maybe, kinda, keep going?”
Gabe runs his tongue around the inside of his mouth before he nods. He lifts a hand to swat Travis’ hand away from his hair first, though, then holds his dick with one hand and takes him in his mouth. He starts running his forefinger and thumb around what’s not in his mouth, so he can press his tongue against him and still tend to what he can’t fit. Travis seems to appreciate that, and it’s only a couple of minutes until Travis just pushes Gabe’s forehead to push his mouth off, nearly giving him a whiplash as Travis wraps his hand around himself. He comes into his palm barely a second later, Gabe sat in a slump on the ground in staring in awe. So, okay, he’s kind of glad Travis pushed him away.
When the boys retreat to the bedroom, everyone else is still asleep. They get into their sleeping bags, grinning shit-eating grins to each other from across the room as they close their eyes and try to drift off.
What they don’t hear a matter of minutes later, though, is Patrick’s tired, confused voice whispering to his friend, “Pete, are you jerking off?”