risky business five
Risky Business | 5/25 | Alex Deleon/Gabe Saporta | R | 1429
Gabe pulls away, dabbing a second kiss to his lips. Alex looks at him, wide-eyed, and Gabe stares back in a manner that says his mind hasn’t exactly been devoid of thoughts about Alex.
“Can we go?” Gabe asks, just loud enough that Alex can hear, his fingers grasping at Alex’s side, feeling as though they’re trying to dig through his clothes.
“Alex?” The arms come around him entirely unexpectedly and Alex jumps, but relaxes when he’s aware that it’s just Gabe. He prises out of Gabe’s grasp and turns to face him, hugging him properly. “Hey, you!” Gabe grins, “What are you doing here?”
Alex shrugs and says, “I guess it’s just my turn to be the one in your city without explanation.” Gabe laughs, and Alex laughs with him. There’s a little air of awkwardness, being as the last time they were together it looked like things were going to end up someplace and well, it didn’t. “Haven’t seen you in a while,” Alex says, quietly. Gabe seems to get it.
“It’s been busy, you know. With touring and things. I’ve been meaning to call you but I don’t have your number,” Gabe hums. He rubs a hand against Alex’s waist. “I’m sure you’ve been busy too. I would’ve come to see you, y’know, I didn’t mean to leave it... awkward or anything.”
Alex nods. He looks away from Gabe, plays with the folds of his jacket and just basks in the feeling of Gabe touching him, and then he says, “We like... we’re kind of... are we like - “
“We’re not anything,” Gabe says, and Alex feels a lot more disappointed by that than he ever expected. “We could be, but we’re not.” Alex tries to get a little perked up by that, but it doesn’t help any at all. What good did ‘we could be’ ever do? He looks up at Gabe, and he’s sure the hurt shows on his face. Gabe’s brow furrows.
“We don’t see each other enough to count as anything other than friends who’ve drunkenly kissed,” Gabe says, frowning.
“I’m not drunk now,” Alex says, defiantly, and he’s not too sure where that came from. Gabe raises his eyebrows. “I think about you a lot,” Alex confesses. “I know it’s pretty heavy, but I feel safe with you.” Gabe doesn’t answer. He just sort of stares at Alex. Alex shoves Gabe lightly in the chest. “I like you, asshole, I’ve liked you since you were kissing me outside AK in February.”
“Right.” Gabe lifts his hand to scratch his hair, and for once, he seems to be the one at a loss for something to say. That’s fine, though, because Alex doesn’t mind things being different for once. It gives Alex a chance to be in charge and not be a teenaged girl for once.
After a moment of quiet deliberation, Alex grabs Gabe by the hand that’s tangled in his hair and kisses him hard, smushing their lips together. It’s painful and a little teethy and messy, but when Gabe kisses back, they mesh. It doesn’t remain lip-only for long - they go the distance they never went in February, Gabe grabbing Alex to him possessively with the hand Alex isn’t holding, tongue sliding under and against his own.
Alex hasn’t kissed someone this heavily in months. Not even Cash. It takes him a minute to adjust and remember how to breathe like this, but just when he’s really getting into the swing of it, Gabe pulls away, dabbing a second kiss to his lips. Alex looks at him, wide-eyed, and Gabe stares back in a manner that says his mind hasn’t exactly been devoid of thoughts about Alex.
“Can we go?” Gabe asks, just loud enough that Alex can hear, his fingers grasping at Alex’s side, feeling as though they’re trying to dig through his clothes.
Alex nods, not giving it any thought. He spends the next five minutes attached to Gabe’s side, rubbing a hand inside his jacket against his abs, watching as Gabe says his goodbyes to his friends. Alex is sure he gets a few looks, but it doesn’t matter. Right now, Gabe matters.
They walk to Gabe’s apartment in a similar manner, Alex glued to the tall man’s side with Gabe’s arm slung around his shoulders. They don’t talk much, just walk fast, and Gabe holds Alex tighter when the cold air tickles his nose and makes him sneeze.
Gabe’s apartment is nice. It’s mostly white, with dark furniture, and lots of personal smatterings that Alex would love to spend more time looking at but he barely gets to take his jacket off before Gabe (having also removed his jacket) takes him by the hand and leads him to the bedroom.
Admittedly, Alex’s first thought about coming here hadn’t been sex. To be fair, maybe it wasn’t gonna come to that, but even if it did, Alex was sure he could roll with it, so he just lets Gabe lead the way. Gabe pulls Alex onto his lap at the end of the bed and just kisses him again, hands everywhere, lips and tongue moving at a pace that Alex can only just keep up with.
It’s not a bad thing. It’s just all surprising, particularly when Alex finds himself nestled against the pillows, Gabe over him, mouths still locked. Their shirts have been lost in the process, and Gabe’s fingers are tickling his ribs, the lines of his tattoo, one thigh perched between Alex’s and his free arm supporting himself in the sheets.
Gabe breaks their lips apart to trail his mouth hotly down Alex’s jaw, over his neck, to suck lightly at his pulse, his hand rubbing down from his ribs to Alex’s hip. Alex makes a soft noise of approval and Gabe ruts his thigh up gently, encouraging another noise out of Alex, and when Gabe’s hips rub down and Alex can feel that he’s hard in his jeans, Alex realises this is definitely going towards sex.
“Gabe,” Alex whispers, and Gabe just makes a small noise and kisses Alex again. He kisses back, because it’s not like he doesn’t want this, but, “Gabe, stop.”
Gabe does, then, and sits back on his ankles, and Alex stammers, “I can’t. It’s. I can’t.” Gabe shifts uncomfortably, and Alex tries to look anywhere but at him. Gabe’s breathing is a little laboured and it’s pretty obvious, the things happening in his jeans, and it’s hard to try and look him in the face like that. “I’m sorry, I’m just - “ Alex makes a frustrated noise, unsure of how to really finish his sentence.
Gabe tries, “You just don’t want to.” He looks a little bitter and Alex makes a face, because shit, this isn’t how he wanted things to turn out at all.
“No, I’m just!” Alex sighs and looks at his lap, then meets Gabe’s eyes. “Not ready. I’m just not ready. I like you, but - I don’t wanna jump into bed with you - “
Gabe holds up his hands and Alex trails off, a little baffled. “It’s okay,” Gabe says, and Alex is pretty sure it isn’t, but he doesn’t object. “I’ll call you a taxi,” Gabe tells him, picking up Alex’s shirt from the floor and holding it out to him.
“Can’t I stay and we can just talk?” Alex pleads, but Gabe shakes his head and gestures at the bulge in his jeans as he sits back and finds his phone, dialing and talking quietly into the mouthpiece. Alex blushes guiltily as he pulls his shirt over his head and straightens himself out, petting down his hair.
Gabe hangs up and says, “It’ll be here soon.” He stares at Alex for a minute, obviously wanting to say something, but he shakes his head dismissively and looks away. “Maybe you should wait outside. I’ll call you, Alex.”
Alex chews his lip. “You promise?”
Gabe looks at him and nods. “Promise.”
Alex hesitates, then nods too and leans over and kisses Gabe softly on the mouth. “Talk really soon, okay?” Gabe nods again and Alex climbs off the bed. “Um. Bye, then.”
Gabe waves somewhat sarcastically and Alex feels awful as he leaves. The cold lashes his face, but at least it scares off any desire to cry that Alex may or may not have had. He can’t help but feel that he’s fucked up with Gabe. Royally.
Gabe pulls away, dabbing a second kiss to his lips. Alex looks at him, wide-eyed, and Gabe stares back in a manner that says his mind hasn’t exactly been devoid of thoughts about Alex.
“Can we go?” Gabe asks, just loud enough that Alex can hear, his fingers grasping at Alex’s side, feeling as though they’re trying to dig through his clothes.
“Alex?” The arms come around him entirely unexpectedly and Alex jumps, but relaxes when he’s aware that it’s just Gabe. He prises out of Gabe’s grasp and turns to face him, hugging him properly. “Hey, you!” Gabe grins, “What are you doing here?”
Alex shrugs and says, “I guess it’s just my turn to be the one in your city without explanation.” Gabe laughs, and Alex laughs with him. There’s a little air of awkwardness, being as the last time they were together it looked like things were going to end up someplace and well, it didn’t. “Haven’t seen you in a while,” Alex says, quietly. Gabe seems to get it.
“It’s been busy, you know. With touring and things. I’ve been meaning to call you but I don’t have your number,” Gabe hums. He rubs a hand against Alex’s waist. “I’m sure you’ve been busy too. I would’ve come to see you, y’know, I didn’t mean to leave it... awkward or anything.”
Alex nods. He looks away from Gabe, plays with the folds of his jacket and just basks in the feeling of Gabe touching him, and then he says, “We like... we’re kind of... are we like - “
“We’re not anything,” Gabe says, and Alex feels a lot more disappointed by that than he ever expected. “We could be, but we’re not.” Alex tries to get a little perked up by that, but it doesn’t help any at all. What good did ‘we could be’ ever do? He looks up at Gabe, and he’s sure the hurt shows on his face. Gabe’s brow furrows.
“We don’t see each other enough to count as anything other than friends who’ve drunkenly kissed,” Gabe says, frowning.
“I’m not drunk now,” Alex says, defiantly, and he’s not too sure where that came from. Gabe raises his eyebrows. “I think about you a lot,” Alex confesses. “I know it’s pretty heavy, but I feel safe with you.” Gabe doesn’t answer. He just sort of stares at Alex. Alex shoves Gabe lightly in the chest. “I like you, asshole, I’ve liked you since you were kissing me outside AK in February.”
“Right.” Gabe lifts his hand to scratch his hair, and for once, he seems to be the one at a loss for something to say. That’s fine, though, because Alex doesn’t mind things being different for once. It gives Alex a chance to be in charge and not be a teenaged girl for once.
After a moment of quiet deliberation, Alex grabs Gabe by the hand that’s tangled in his hair and kisses him hard, smushing their lips together. It’s painful and a little teethy and messy, but when Gabe kisses back, they mesh. It doesn’t remain lip-only for long - they go the distance they never went in February, Gabe grabbing Alex to him possessively with the hand Alex isn’t holding, tongue sliding under and against his own.
Alex hasn’t kissed someone this heavily in months. Not even Cash. It takes him a minute to adjust and remember how to breathe like this, but just when he’s really getting into the swing of it, Gabe pulls away, dabbing a second kiss to his lips. Alex looks at him, wide-eyed, and Gabe stares back in a manner that says his mind hasn’t exactly been devoid of thoughts about Alex.
“Can we go?” Gabe asks, just loud enough that Alex can hear, his fingers grasping at Alex’s side, feeling as though they’re trying to dig through his clothes.
Alex nods, not giving it any thought. He spends the next five minutes attached to Gabe’s side, rubbing a hand inside his jacket against his abs, watching as Gabe says his goodbyes to his friends. Alex is sure he gets a few looks, but it doesn’t matter. Right now, Gabe matters.
They walk to Gabe’s apartment in a similar manner, Alex glued to the tall man’s side with Gabe’s arm slung around his shoulders. They don’t talk much, just walk fast, and Gabe holds Alex tighter when the cold air tickles his nose and makes him sneeze.
Gabe’s apartment is nice. It’s mostly white, with dark furniture, and lots of personal smatterings that Alex would love to spend more time looking at but he barely gets to take his jacket off before Gabe (having also removed his jacket) takes him by the hand and leads him to the bedroom.
Admittedly, Alex’s first thought about coming here hadn’t been sex. To be fair, maybe it wasn’t gonna come to that, but even if it did, Alex was sure he could roll with it, so he just lets Gabe lead the way. Gabe pulls Alex onto his lap at the end of the bed and just kisses him again, hands everywhere, lips and tongue moving at a pace that Alex can only just keep up with.
It’s not a bad thing. It’s just all surprising, particularly when Alex finds himself nestled against the pillows, Gabe over him, mouths still locked. Their shirts have been lost in the process, and Gabe’s fingers are tickling his ribs, the lines of his tattoo, one thigh perched between Alex’s and his free arm supporting himself in the sheets.
Gabe breaks their lips apart to trail his mouth hotly down Alex’s jaw, over his neck, to suck lightly at his pulse, his hand rubbing down from his ribs to Alex’s hip. Alex makes a soft noise of approval and Gabe ruts his thigh up gently, encouraging another noise out of Alex, and when Gabe’s hips rub down and Alex can feel that he’s hard in his jeans, Alex realises this is definitely going towards sex.
“Gabe,” Alex whispers, and Gabe just makes a small noise and kisses Alex again. He kisses back, because it’s not like he doesn’t want this, but, “Gabe, stop.”
Gabe does, then, and sits back on his ankles, and Alex stammers, “I can’t. It’s. I can’t.” Gabe shifts uncomfortably, and Alex tries to look anywhere but at him. Gabe’s breathing is a little laboured and it’s pretty obvious, the things happening in his jeans, and it’s hard to try and look him in the face like that. “I’m sorry, I’m just - “ Alex makes a frustrated noise, unsure of how to really finish his sentence.
Gabe tries, “You just don’t want to.” He looks a little bitter and Alex makes a face, because shit, this isn’t how he wanted things to turn out at all.
“No, I’m just!” Alex sighs and looks at his lap, then meets Gabe’s eyes. “Not ready. I’m just not ready. I like you, but - I don’t wanna jump into bed with you - “
Gabe holds up his hands and Alex trails off, a little baffled. “It’s okay,” Gabe says, and Alex is pretty sure it isn’t, but he doesn’t object. “I’ll call you a taxi,” Gabe tells him, picking up Alex’s shirt from the floor and holding it out to him.
“Can’t I stay and we can just talk?” Alex pleads, but Gabe shakes his head and gestures at the bulge in his jeans as he sits back and finds his phone, dialing and talking quietly into the mouthpiece. Alex blushes guiltily as he pulls his shirt over his head and straightens himself out, petting down his hair.
Gabe hangs up and says, “It’ll be here soon.” He stares at Alex for a minute, obviously wanting to say something, but he shakes his head dismissively and looks away. “Maybe you should wait outside. I’ll call you, Alex.”
Alex chews his lip. “You promise?”
Gabe looks at him and nods. “Promise.”
Alex hesitates, then nods too and leans over and kisses Gabe softly on the mouth. “Talk really soon, okay?” Gabe nods again and Alex climbs off the bed. “Um. Bye, then.”
Gabe waves somewhat sarcastically and Alex feels awful as he leaves. The cold lashes his face, but at least it scares off any desire to cry that Alex may or may not have had. He can’t help but feel that he’s fucked up with Gabe. Royally.