50prompts: Dirty
With Desmond gone it finally gave Gabriel the opportunity that he had been waiting for. Normally, of course, when a boyfriend left town it would be a time to let go and do all the things that annoyed the other, but Gabriel was going to clean. Which, in some ways did annoy Desmond, but not the sort of thing that most people would do when they had the chance to be alone. Of course he always cleaned normally too, but this time he was going to be able to clean without Desmond there to distract him, or mess things up right after he had finished.
He started with the bedroom, and after that the kitchen followed suit. Next the bathrooms were cleaned to perfection, and then finally he started on the living room, which with everything that was in it proved to be a more daunting task than he first expected. Still though, despite the amount it didn’t take more than three days, and he thought that he was done, however, that proved to be a mistake. As he sat down on the couch in his now spotless living room, he couldn’t stop staring at the windows, and thinking that they were absolutely filthy. He knew of course that he couldn’t clean the outside of them, but he had to do what he could do, and what he could do was wash them on the inside.
Products were bought, and with his headphones on he started to clean, actually enjoying it as he hummed to himself. Being summer it naturally got hot, and though he was normally shy about walking around not fully dressed in front of the large windows, he paused and took off his shirt, smiling to himself at the instant relief from the heat that it provided.
With music in his ears he didn’t hear the clock click and the front door open, which normally would have notified him of his boyfriends early arrival home, nor did he hear the other calling his names after he had dropped his bags. When he didn’t get any reply, worry washed through Desmond’s body even though he knew that even if Gabriel wasn’t there, there were a million places that he could be with good reason. However, he still rushed into the living room, stopping dead in his tracks and smirking at the sight he saw in front of him.
Living with him he had seen him clean before dozens of times, and seen how into it he could get, but this was certainly a sight for sore eyes. There was a bit of dancing in Gabriel’s step as he cleaned the windows, and the fact that he was shirtless made the whole scene even better. He dropped the back that he still had strapped across his chest in the doorway, and then quickly moved forward towards Gabriel. In an instant he had him pinned up against the window, nose pressed against his shoulder as he smelled him, sighing happily at the familiar scent that he loved so much.
Gabriel froze when he was suddenly pressed up against the glass. Not because he didn’t know who it was, but because he feared that the glass would just break and the both of them would go falling to their deaths. The glass stayed intact though, and when he looked in the window he could see the reflection of the man he loved in the glass, and a smile appeared on his face.
“Des! What are you…you’re not supposed to be home for another few days,” Gabriel laughed softly, and he tried to push himself away from the glass so that he could turn to kiss him, but Des just shoved him back down against it.
“Missed you too much. Stupid Grandmother showed up. Thought that we’d broken up since you weren’t there. Couldn’t stay anymore,” Desmond murmured against his shoulder, and placed small kisses on it between each sentence. His hands slid around him from where they had been resting on his hips, and then down to the front of his pants, and Gabriel’s eyes bulged out of his head in that moment.
“Desmond! What are you doing? We’re right in front of the window!” Gabriel exclaimed, trying to squirm away from him to at least get him over to the couch, but Desmond could be strong when he wanted to, and he held him firmly in place against the window, his fingers working quickly to undo his pants and get them down around his ankles.
“Don’t care. I want this. I’ve wanted this since we moved in here,” Desmond replied in a firm voice, and without a further word he pushed Gabriel’s boxers down to pool around his ankles, just like he had his pants. “You’re a beautiful man, Gabriel. You should, no, you need to let the world see it all.”
“Desmond Molloy! That is absolutely ridiculous! Now let me go, and, hell, I’ll even stop cleaning and we can stay in the living room, just not…” His words trailed off into a groan as he felt Desmond’s fingers wrap around his cock, and he dropped the squeegee that he had still been holding in his hand to the floor.
It was funny just how used having the other every day, and having him almost always eager to have sex he had become. Going from that to nothing for over a week and a half, it was nothing he couldn’t deal with, but that didn’t mean that he liked it.
“Just relax Gabriel. People would probably pay to see you naked, and would probably pay even more if they got to see you in a sexual situation. Relish in it, I know I do,” Desmond said with a bit of a grin against his neck, giving it a gentle bite, and the grip that he had on his cock tightened as he slowly began to stroke the length.
“But people might see…” he murmured in return, a soft whine passing his lips again. He struggled against the tight hold he had on him, but the squirming was much weaker than the first time he had tried.
“I know. Isn’t it sexy? I love it. I dream of having sex with you in a club where we can get caught. But that’s for another time. You stay right here now, for me,” Desmond told him, and he kissed his shoulder again before letting go of his cock.
Gabriel cast a glance behind him and watched as Desmond disappeared out into the hall, and presumably to the bedroom they shared to get lubricant. He wanted to follow him into it, but he knew that if he did Des would give in, and though the sex would be enjoyable, he also knew that his boyfriend really wanted to have sex where he was standing, and he wanted to make him happy.
“You stayed put.”
Gabriel turned his head and glanced over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow ever so slightly in question as he stared at him.
“You sound surprised. What? Didn’t you what me to stay here?” he asked, a soft smirk forming on his lips before he laughed, and then turned back to look out of the window. His eyes were darting around trying to see if anyone was watching, but from what he could see there was no one, and he was thankful for that.
“I am surprised!” Desmond replied, and Gabriel could see in the reflection that the other was beaming as he walked up to him again, and kissed his shoulder. “And happy. Very, very happy. Thank you, Gabriel.”
Gabriel grinned an leaned back against him, letting out a happy sigh when he felt one of Desmond’s hands back on his hip.
“Mhm, good. That’s what I was trying to do. To make you happy I mean. Obviously.”
He felt Desmond laugh against his shoulder at that, and that made him smile too. The smile he felt turned into kisses against his back and shoulders, and Gabriel let his eyes slip shut, even leaning forward to rest his forehead against the window. His mouth opened very slightly when he heard the cap of the lubricant bottle open, and a moment later a hiss of pleasure passed his lips as he felt the very tips of his fingers pressing against his entrance.
“God dammit, Des, stop teasing me,” Gabriel groaned after a good ten minutes of preparation, though for the last five of them it had been more like a tortured teasing.
A relieved little sigh passed his lips as he heard Desmond tearing open the wrapper of a condom. As much as he had enjoyed the few times they had tried it without, he still found it weird, but he didn’t have the heart to tell him that straight out.
“You should beg,” Desmond whispered into Gabriel’s ear, making him whine rather loudly for him. “I like it when you beg. Tell me, Gabriel, tell me what you want me to do with you. Go on.”
“Dammit, Des!” Gabriel snapped this time, but he shut up quickly when he felt Desmond’s cock just gently pressing against him, but when he tried to press back against it he pulled away, and he knew that he was going to have to do as told.
“I…I want you to fuck me. Erm, yeah. Here, right here, against the window. Where people might see us.” He stammered his way through the begging, and his cheeks flushed with embarrassment when he felt the other grinning against the back of his shoulder. “A-and I want it hard.”
“God I love it when you talk dirty,” Desmond groaned, and that made smile flicker across Gabriel’s face, for he was quite sure that Desmond had been with many others who were probably far better at talking dirty than he was.
“I know you do, that’s why I do it. For you,” he replied, licking his lips as he was still slightly nervous, before he pressed his ass backwards again, another soft whine passing his lips. “Now, you. Now you should fuck me before I turn you around and fuck you. Dammit.”
Des let out an amused little him at that, and for a moment Gabriel thought that he was going to continue dragging the torture out. A moment later though he was proven wrong as he felt an immense amount of pressure against his ass, and then he groaned as the pressure let up as he slipped in.
He stumbled ever so slightly forward, and one hand went out to press against the glass, the other on one of the beams that separated each pane; and Gabriel said a quick prayer in hopes that the glass wouldn’t break now either. His breath quickly fogged up the glass as he pressed his cheek against the coolness, and soon the room had filled with the sounds of skin hitting skin, labored breathing and the occasional moan from either.
“Need you. Touch me,” Gabriel groaned, reaching back and blindly grabbing for Desmond’s hand. When he got a hold of it he pulled it forward to grind against. His hair had become stuck against his forehead after it had loosened from sweat, and his glasses had slipped down to cling to just the tip of his nose.
He groaned a sigh of relief when he finally felt Desmond’s fingers wrap around his cock. Of course he could have relieved himself, but he wanted the other to do it, he needed relief because of him, so it seemed logical. He bucked eagerly into the grip, whining just a bit as it was too loose for his liking, but for once the whining actually worked, and the grip tightened and made him moan.
“Jesus, Desmond,” he groaned, biting down on his lip as he trailed off into nothing. Normally he would have to tried to somehow tell Desmond that he was going to come, but he knew that saying that would make him ease up on his grip to make it last longer, and he didn’t want that this time. Instead he let out a slightly strangled moan as he came, shooting against the window, and it became obvious that Desmond hadn’t been expecting it from the surprised little yelp he made.
Gabriel leaned forward to gain more support from the window then, panting as he tried to hold himself up, but the moment he heard the moan from the other that he knew so well meant he came; he sank down a bit. He, however, felt strong arms wrap around his waist before he was hauled backwards towards the couch where he could finally become a heap of post orgasmic goo.
“It’s so cute how you become so exhausted, even when you don’t do anything,” Des commented, and he let out an amused huff, but Gabriel was too tired to think of anything clever to say. Instead he opened his eyes upon feeling Desmond nudging him, and whined ever so slightly.
“What is it?” he asked, forcing himself to sit up a bit to look at his grinning lover.
“Look at the window, I think you missed a spot,” he replied, the grin turning into a smirk.
Confused for a moment, Gabriel turned his attention to the window, and when he laid eyes on the mess that he had made, his cheeks turned crimson. He rolled his eyes though and grumbled: “Mhm, but it’s your turn to clean now, so you have fun with that.”
He started with the bedroom, and after that the kitchen followed suit. Next the bathrooms were cleaned to perfection, and then finally he started on the living room, which with everything that was in it proved to be a more daunting task than he first expected. Still though, despite the amount it didn’t take more than three days, and he thought that he was done, however, that proved to be a mistake. As he sat down on the couch in his now spotless living room, he couldn’t stop staring at the windows, and thinking that they were absolutely filthy. He knew of course that he couldn’t clean the outside of them, but he had to do what he could do, and what he could do was wash them on the inside.
Products were bought, and with his headphones on he started to clean, actually enjoying it as he hummed to himself. Being summer it naturally got hot, and though he was normally shy about walking around not fully dressed in front of the large windows, he paused and took off his shirt, smiling to himself at the instant relief from the heat that it provided.
With music in his ears he didn’t hear the clock click and the front door open, which normally would have notified him of his boyfriends early arrival home, nor did he hear the other calling his names after he had dropped his bags. When he didn’t get any reply, worry washed through Desmond’s body even though he knew that even if Gabriel wasn’t there, there were a million places that he could be with good reason. However, he still rushed into the living room, stopping dead in his tracks and smirking at the sight he saw in front of him.
Living with him he had seen him clean before dozens of times, and seen how into it he could get, but this was certainly a sight for sore eyes. There was a bit of dancing in Gabriel’s step as he cleaned the windows, and the fact that he was shirtless made the whole scene even better. He dropped the back that he still had strapped across his chest in the doorway, and then quickly moved forward towards Gabriel. In an instant he had him pinned up against the window, nose pressed against his shoulder as he smelled him, sighing happily at the familiar scent that he loved so much.
Gabriel froze when he was suddenly pressed up against the glass. Not because he didn’t know who it was, but because he feared that the glass would just break and the both of them would go falling to their deaths. The glass stayed intact though, and when he looked in the window he could see the reflection of the man he loved in the glass, and a smile appeared on his face.
“Des! What are you…you’re not supposed to be home for another few days,” Gabriel laughed softly, and he tried to push himself away from the glass so that he could turn to kiss him, but Des just shoved him back down against it.
“Missed you too much. Stupid Grandmother showed up. Thought that we’d broken up since you weren’t there. Couldn’t stay anymore,” Desmond murmured against his shoulder, and placed small kisses on it between each sentence. His hands slid around him from where they had been resting on his hips, and then down to the front of his pants, and Gabriel’s eyes bulged out of his head in that moment.
“Desmond! What are you doing? We’re right in front of the window!” Gabriel exclaimed, trying to squirm away from him to at least get him over to the couch, but Desmond could be strong when he wanted to, and he held him firmly in place against the window, his fingers working quickly to undo his pants and get them down around his ankles.
“Don’t care. I want this. I’ve wanted this since we moved in here,” Desmond replied in a firm voice, and without a further word he pushed Gabriel’s boxers down to pool around his ankles, just like he had his pants. “You’re a beautiful man, Gabriel. You should, no, you need to let the world see it all.”
“Desmond Molloy! That is absolutely ridiculous! Now let me go, and, hell, I’ll even stop cleaning and we can stay in the living room, just not…” His words trailed off into a groan as he felt Desmond’s fingers wrap around his cock, and he dropped the squeegee that he had still been holding in his hand to the floor.
It was funny just how used having the other every day, and having him almost always eager to have sex he had become. Going from that to nothing for over a week and a half, it was nothing he couldn’t deal with, but that didn’t mean that he liked it.
“Just relax Gabriel. People would probably pay to see you naked, and would probably pay even more if they got to see you in a sexual situation. Relish in it, I know I do,” Desmond said with a bit of a grin against his neck, giving it a gentle bite, and the grip that he had on his cock tightened as he slowly began to stroke the length.
“But people might see…” he murmured in return, a soft whine passing his lips again. He struggled against the tight hold he had on him, but the squirming was much weaker than the first time he had tried.
“I know. Isn’t it sexy? I love it. I dream of having sex with you in a club where we can get caught. But that’s for another time. You stay right here now, for me,” Desmond told him, and he kissed his shoulder again before letting go of his cock.
Gabriel cast a glance behind him and watched as Desmond disappeared out into the hall, and presumably to the bedroom they shared to get lubricant. He wanted to follow him into it, but he knew that if he did Des would give in, and though the sex would be enjoyable, he also knew that his boyfriend really wanted to have sex where he was standing, and he wanted to make him happy.
“You stayed put.”
Gabriel turned his head and glanced over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow ever so slightly in question as he stared at him.
“You sound surprised. What? Didn’t you what me to stay here?” he asked, a soft smirk forming on his lips before he laughed, and then turned back to look out of the window. His eyes were darting around trying to see if anyone was watching, but from what he could see there was no one, and he was thankful for that.
“I am surprised!” Desmond replied, and Gabriel could see in the reflection that the other was beaming as he walked up to him again, and kissed his shoulder. “And happy. Very, very happy. Thank you, Gabriel.”
Gabriel grinned an leaned back against him, letting out a happy sigh when he felt one of Desmond’s hands back on his hip.
“Mhm, good. That’s what I was trying to do. To make you happy I mean. Obviously.”
He felt Desmond laugh against his shoulder at that, and that made him smile too. The smile he felt turned into kisses against his back and shoulders, and Gabriel let his eyes slip shut, even leaning forward to rest his forehead against the window. His mouth opened very slightly when he heard the cap of the lubricant bottle open, and a moment later a hiss of pleasure passed his lips as he felt the very tips of his fingers pressing against his entrance.
“God dammit, Des, stop teasing me,” Gabriel groaned after a good ten minutes of preparation, though for the last five of them it had been more like a tortured teasing.
A relieved little sigh passed his lips as he heard Desmond tearing open the wrapper of a condom. As much as he had enjoyed the few times they had tried it without, he still found it weird, but he didn’t have the heart to tell him that straight out.
“You should beg,” Desmond whispered into Gabriel’s ear, making him whine rather loudly for him. “I like it when you beg. Tell me, Gabriel, tell me what you want me to do with you. Go on.”
“Dammit, Des!” Gabriel snapped this time, but he shut up quickly when he felt Desmond’s cock just gently pressing against him, but when he tried to press back against it he pulled away, and he knew that he was going to have to do as told.
“I…I want you to fuck me. Erm, yeah. Here, right here, against the window. Where people might see us.” He stammered his way through the begging, and his cheeks flushed with embarrassment when he felt the other grinning against the back of his shoulder. “A-and I want it hard.”
“God I love it when you talk dirty,” Desmond groaned, and that made smile flicker across Gabriel’s face, for he was quite sure that Desmond had been with many others who were probably far better at talking dirty than he was.
“I know you do, that’s why I do it. For you,” he replied, licking his lips as he was still slightly nervous, before he pressed his ass backwards again, another soft whine passing his lips. “Now, you. Now you should fuck me before I turn you around and fuck you. Dammit.”
Des let out an amused little him at that, and for a moment Gabriel thought that he was going to continue dragging the torture out. A moment later though he was proven wrong as he felt an immense amount of pressure against his ass, and then he groaned as the pressure let up as he slipped in.
He stumbled ever so slightly forward, and one hand went out to press against the glass, the other on one of the beams that separated each pane; and Gabriel said a quick prayer in hopes that the glass wouldn’t break now either. His breath quickly fogged up the glass as he pressed his cheek against the coolness, and soon the room had filled with the sounds of skin hitting skin, labored breathing and the occasional moan from either.
“Need you. Touch me,” Gabriel groaned, reaching back and blindly grabbing for Desmond’s hand. When he got a hold of it he pulled it forward to grind against. His hair had become stuck against his forehead after it had loosened from sweat, and his glasses had slipped down to cling to just the tip of his nose.
He groaned a sigh of relief when he finally felt Desmond’s fingers wrap around his cock. Of course he could have relieved himself, but he wanted the other to do it, he needed relief because of him, so it seemed logical. He bucked eagerly into the grip, whining just a bit as it was too loose for his liking, but for once the whining actually worked, and the grip tightened and made him moan.
“Jesus, Desmond,” he groaned, biting down on his lip as he trailed off into nothing. Normally he would have to tried to somehow tell Desmond that he was going to come, but he knew that saying that would make him ease up on his grip to make it last longer, and he didn’t want that this time. Instead he let out a slightly strangled moan as he came, shooting against the window, and it became obvious that Desmond hadn’t been expecting it from the surprised little yelp he made.
Gabriel leaned forward to gain more support from the window then, panting as he tried to hold himself up, but the moment he heard the moan from the other that he knew so well meant he came; he sank down a bit. He, however, felt strong arms wrap around his waist before he was hauled backwards towards the couch where he could finally become a heap of post orgasmic goo.
“It’s so cute how you become so exhausted, even when you don’t do anything,” Des commented, and he let out an amused huff, but Gabriel was too tired to think of anything clever to say. Instead he opened his eyes upon feeling Desmond nudging him, and whined ever so slightly.
“What is it?” he asked, forcing himself to sit up a bit to look at his grinning lover.
“Look at the window, I think you missed a spot,” he replied, the grin turning into a smirk.
Confused for a moment, Gabriel turned his attention to the window, and when he laid eyes on the mess that he had made, his cheeks turned crimson. He rolled his eyes though and grumbled: “Mhm, but it’s your turn to clean now, so you have fun with that.”